Photoetry

Autumn

The leaves can flourish now,
Now the sun has burned her glory out, too bright
No jade of envy stems from them
Not jealous of the sporadic clout
Sapping the life of gentle green gems

No, chestnut will triumph now,
When luminous yellow is a memory
Leaking from the delicate pores of gold
As crisp feathers fall from the tree
To blanket earth, abandoned, frozen, cold.

Yay! Just emailed Danny some poems. This is the bravest I've been since I sent in my portfolio to apply to Writing Squad, and then I didn't know the person at the other end of the email address, which is so much less scary.