Affections Come then Go

Yesterday I climbed to the top branch of the everlasting oak. Today’s sorrow the branch breaks and I come tumbling down thwacked about by each branch I triumphed yesterday.

B.F.M.

Coup

Dried pin oak leafs

wither till spring

when old regimens

are ousted by 

the brighter green.

B.F.M.

Tether

Once, I was sure, but lacked 
leaf's courage to let go.
Now, I fear the wind.

B.F.M.

Autumn Lust

I love 
when you wear 
that burning crimson 
maple dress.

B.F.M.