Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…