11-09-2014, 11:05 AM
Today is everyday—is crumpled time.
Sheets of paper crushed in hands and dropped.
Today shakes in the wind like dry leaves,
Jittering is a broken toy, Rumbling is a leopard’s throat.
Today is September—leaving like leaves
Gilded green and growing brown and fading.
Today is content to exist in mist,
To drift into October’s arms unheeded.
Sheets of paper crushed in hands and dropped.
Today shakes in the wind like dry leaves,
Jittering is a broken toy, Rumbling is a leopard’s throat.
Today is September—leaving like leaves
Gilded green and growing brown and fading.
Today is content to exist in mist,
To drift into October’s arms unheeded.