microscopic muses

Winter walking through           acknowledging Autumn’s adieu  Time never enough                                      

Autumn’s relinquishment                 Nostalgic chimes         Leaving distant echoes                                     

November skies                               Autumn dies Life lives        (a)new                                               

Birds are slowly leaving Branches left bare Warmer days in search of                                       

  Catching a train Interrupted journey     Thought for the day                                 

Walls have ears and can speak In audio language  The hearing impaired can’t hear                                               

Light through the cracks Shadows surfing over Cracks in the light                                         

  Haunting my dreams   The sound of your silence Absent heart beat                            

Breathe on my words          and watch them  dance Just like the leaves left in the gutter; kissed by Autumn’s    * impending*   adieu                                         

Leaves now scattered                         Like waste paper they lie    Idly strewn                                                              

the first one to go   will be the bravest         leading the way                                

Disconcerting Decisions Faltering future        Times tempo sings Seasons song                                        

where the trees whisper where children’s laughter echoes a memory smiles                               

  Until ... Autumn dies, I’ll wait for you Until ... all the sleeves of the trees are bare and  golden leaves carpet the ground, I vow; I will wait for you                                              

                         without the gift of the past                             (living and dying)                          a present has no future

Somewhere Somehow   Someone is *always * watching you                                       

  Flightless feelings A life’s imprisonment Restrictive breath                                      

Lunch brea k Time to talk Text to text                                    

  Storm clouds brewing Tempers stewing   Troubled time

Bare branches Missing chances     No hidden haunts                                 

At the end of the day    There is no one           But yourself and your (own) shadow                                                                          

Crumbling chronicles   Will never make             The world’s best adjectives                                        

Peering through windows          of my Soul Trying to find  more than, I can (ever) show                   *you *