BECOMING AUTUMN

OH WHAT IF WE WERE WORN LEAVES IN THE WIND

 CHARMING COLOUR CHANGE LIKE WEATHER DOES MOODS

FLOATING FANCY FREE ON OUR CYCLIC JOURNEY

BORN FROM THE ASHES’ DUST AND BACK TO ITS ROOTS

OH WHAT IF WE WERE BUT  ONE WONDERFUL WAVE

TIED TO THE TIDE OF THE WAX –WANING MOON

WEAK TO THE WILL OF AWSOME AUTUMN CLOUDS

WEEPING WETNESS ON WATER-WANTING WORLDS

OH WHAT IF WE WERE BUT FLAME FLICKERING FIRE

AMBIGUOUS AMBIENT AMBER; BURNING

APPARENT ANGER OF BLACK-BRINGING APPETITE

YET ALSO EATING THE DARK COLDNESS OF NIGHT

OH WHAT IF WE WERE BUT WHITE SANDSTONE WALLS

WEATHERING AWAY WITH THE WIND AND WATER

APPEARING FIRM YET ALWAYS FADING

INDIFFERENT TO ECHOS OF PRAISE AND BLAME