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
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Autumn Interpretations