Saturday, September 7, 2013

Rustling Leaves



rustling
rustling
rustling leaves
on an autumn night

dancing to the sound
of the cool breeze
that cool breeze
that sends a titillating chill
down my spine
and up my skirt

rustling
rustling
rusting leaves
on an autumn night

trapped beneath the
boots of a weary soldier
who still smiles at the
thought of his wife and
her spiced apple crumb cake

rustling
rustling
rusting leaves
on an autumn night

whisked away
only to land on a half eaten
pumpkin neighboring
two over-stuffed chipmunks
complete with
plump pronounced bellies

rustling
rustling
rusting leaves
on an autumn night

too bad I’m alone
something about the air
smells crisp, savory and
causes a bone-chilling
nostalgia