Translucent light,
crimson leaves
transparent against
the clear October sky.
Last shades of summer,
first breath of cold.
A temporal suspension
in an adagio.
Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them.. It is really as simple as that.