​Autumn

Autumn mornings need appreciation

Blossoms fall like confetti

Breathe in what is here, as tomorrow it is gone

Like bare trees asking to be decorated once more

Love is a half life wanting to be returned

Eyes as orbits, pulling like satellites—until thoughts collide like quarks raining down as autumn leaves to the ground

Appreciation of the breeze that blows them around—after all I won’t always be able to sing or write it out… I’ll inhale deeper what i see in you…