Upon an Autumn Afternoon

smokebush mystery

Summer slowly rusts away in copper-plated sighs;

Flowers nod their heavy heads and curtsy their good-byes.

Wind discovers secret nests, undressing hidden lairs;

Leaves, ashamed, blush scarlet veins, and tiptoe down the stairs.

When Lilies Cry

Your pollen bleeds in blood-red drops

With every lonely tear;

Although you have companions close,

You know that no one’s ┬ánear.

Isolated in your pain,

There’s no one you can trust,

And so you sit in summer heat

And cry your tears of rust.