Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the TV is on
bits & pieces of dialogue
make their way back to me
by the window, watching wind
taking leaves to the ground

.....a wrestling match where the wind wins

background noise fills in the space
tween silence inside the house
and the wind stripping the trees....

the window by the river
the rush of the water
the scent of fall
rolls thru

awesome

Visions of color falling
As I lay in my bed
Music relaxes my soul
Another autumn alone.

Remnant memories include
One recent Friday alone
A hospital bed with doctors assist
And no one by my bedside.

I am a ghost afraid of light
Wanting to bake pumpkin pie
But with energy ceased
I watch autumn instead