autumn_soon_to_be_revised Rabekah When October's warm wind Drifts into chillier moments I think of you Yearning to dance To see a boy With eyes of blue But never sad The leaves in sizzling shades of orange Swirl around us as the music pulsates The spicy scent of cinnamon Runs thru our nostrils And our lips meet Savoring it as one The kiss is brief And we fall softly Into a cloud of mashed potatoes Protecting us from harsh ground Together daydreaming Looking to the sky Wishing these days Would never end Autumn chill now melted 131105 ... flowerock a cloud of mashed potatoes. cute. messy. Autumn... falling leaves, a rusty rainbow. smells like decay in a beautiful way. burning leaves and redwood limbs smell like love and change, progress. A growing desire to love and help each other, to be sure we can all make it through the coming winter. This means working hard, expanding and growing, preparing for the cold hard winter and also for the bountiful sunny spring. 131105 ... epitome of incomprehensibility I can't proofread autumn. I don't know what its mistakes are. If its temperature swings are not to my liking I don't know whether to underline or circle them. I added a footnote to the maple tree on Pine Beach (what a name - no pines, no beach) explaining that its falling red leaves were escaping from Canadian flags in an indictment of nationalism. The leaves are brown on the ground and I still don't know what the publisher thinks of my note. 131105 ... Rabekah An explanation for my title "soon to be revised": I was given a type of assignment to write about autumn. Since I was in a bit of a hurry, I knew it wouldn't come out to my liking, and would need some revisions. 131105 ... e_o_i I like your poem. Especially the verb "pulsates." "Use interesting verbs" they told me back in high school, and that's one lesson I keep forgetting. And the title has a poetry of its own, nice to riff off of. The idea of autumn itself being revised. 131109 what's it to you? who go blather from