I never liked Halloween. We didn’t celebrate it when I was young. It was the Devil’s day after all.What I do like is autumn. It heralds the coming of the Holidays, so I put out pumpkins to celebrate. Orange, white,...

Pumpkin Patch Pick Up

"And having a threesome on bales of hay wasn't even on my Fall bucket list"

"You like ‘em big?" My husband flirts with the blondie trying to haul an orange behemoth into her wheelbarrow. It seems she popped a few buttons of her plaid flannel in the process."Aah surr' do." Her country-girl accent and dirty...

Tawny Breezes Of Autumn

"The fall season is encapsulated by a woman"

Tawny breezes of autumn enchant maple glitter,Embellishing each leaf of platinum velvet;Whistling its ariose aphrodisiaWhere’er winces are efflorescent,‘Till fall’s rains sweeten their florid fires,As my blood throbs ‘mid each downpour. Dropping into a roadside stream, russet is rifeSwirling with careless abandon;So...

Seasons

"In recognition of the Autumn Equinox (or Spring to my friends south of the Equator)."

As the sun gets lowerThe nights grow longer than everThe warmth and joy of SummerFeels like it’s gone and returning never Winter moves in with fingers of iceBringing with it cold and fearTearing away the last vestige of lightSpending its time...

The sweetness of your lips

"The melancholy beauty of the fall"

The olives and the ochres of withered blades,Of conkers and hazel all through the gladeDark evenings, too soon the clock going back,Squirrels secreting their nutty snacksA ring of fairies dancing on the lawn,Appearing in the early dawn  The cool breeze brings a...

Falling

"Falling in love once again with the coming of Fall."

Falls here andI'mfallinglike autumn colored leaves,for a lovely lady,with nothing up her sleeves,but joyandblissandgladness,for sadnessdon't live here.Falls hereandI'm falling,like a tender tear -a tender tear of sweetness,as she holds me near.It's emotional completeness,with nothing left to fear.Falls hereandI'm fallingand the...

On the way to Springfield,to see a Harvest Fair,On my motorcycle,Wind blowing through our hair.Together like a spoon,Silk arms around my waist,Gliding on the wind,that stings my hands and face.It's early in the morning,The sun's about to rise,Mockingbirds are singing,Winging...