oh what the heck, let's do two in a day

I said we'd have some poetry, so let's start with an autumn theme. Of sorts

On Beauty

At what point when
The leaves turn,
Are they not beautiful?
When you swish in
Tree-lined boulevards,
Do you not see
The glory of each vein?
But are they instead
Not dying dreams
Of a long ago spring.

When acid, bright and clear,
Life coursed along
Every frond and vein,
Hopeful of a day stretching further;
Every day,
Until the glory of midsummer.

Then quietly,
Time ticked away.
The glory wasn’t acid,
Just stately, fading, drying.

One by one we fell,
To be kicked along
The boulevards,
Dying by degrees,
Unseen by feet,
Tramping towards the spring
That never could be ours.

10/28/2011