Last October I was walking all over It...
Now the leaves come stiff
cut out of nylon rolls
glued to plastic branches
and spray-painted desperately to sing
These leaves don’t carry summer's kiss
or bear the caress of spring
they are manufactured to perfection
to sit up and not crumble
to please Insta-people's needs
When my eager hands pick them up
from shelves disguised
to feel like a walk in the woods
I weave dreams of my own
And I rely on the memories of
a wide sweep of a window
a wide sweep of a window
sitting in front of which
I had once known Fall
in its manic hues —
the feisty reds
the impatient Bronzes
the unhurried greens
the unfettered tangerines...
And therefore I indulge
my stubborn heart
that doesn’t quite give up
and would rather have
a synthetic Fall
For a token Fall
after al
is still better
than no Fall at all :)
is still better
than no Fall at all :)
