On every single path
There’s stones and breadcrumbs
Having been left before
Behind by something other
Always leading never alone
And on we go
Never knowing always wondering
Until finally at last
We eventually get there
Wherever there that is
Only we will know
Some of us know
We know where things
Go will go and
Have gone we’ve either
Been this way before
Or stumbled through this
Dark room stubbing toes
Yet each one is
Whether person or problem
Different diverse and complex
As though someone has
Rearranged all the furniture
Without telling a soul
I do do things
I eat to eat
I write to write
I love to love
Just by doing things
Absent of any pleasure
Or any other reward
Makes doing these things
Pure crystalline and unencrypted
Fall is like poetry
Leaves are like words
They start like shade
Under which to hide
Then move and shimmer
Swooshing their own melodies
Turning slowly into something
Else like whispered affection
Bursting with colorful meanings
And slowly dropping dancing
Twirling and landing bringing
Joy and kicking crackles
Oh how I do
Love poetry and fall
There’s something about fall
That brings such comfort
Brilliant colors and awe
Trees exploding like fireworks
That last for days
Of layers put on
And eventually taken off
Like the armor we
Wear before meeting someone
And the nakedness after
Of once cold drinks
Migrating to warmer ones
While anticipating the holidays
We live in such
A fast world that
Autumn slows down reminding
That change brings beauty
