Autumn Morning

Rest under blankets of virgin snow

listen well to the silence

You’ve never heard the sound

of verdant green embracing a habit of

autumn breeze quivering

elder trees left wanting

you know it’s happened before

curse the light that streaks through curtains drawn so you wither in comfort

of a dream of spring fleeting

maybe it’s better this way

lets stay inside today

let’s watch the moon who made the sky

who knows of our love

who’s light pales your lips

and leaves your eyes flare