Lie down and look up,
canopy of burgundy;
a bedding of leaves.
Watch in awe
Morning
The awakening:
stepping out of fog puddle,
sun dries hair, poplar.
Perspectives
No one values her—
on call, biker yells at air,
rides past autumn moon.
Eye unseen
Eye of the darkness,
gazes down at passers by;
poring into phones.
Young love
A meek sun peeks through,
warmth against the chilly cheek;
autumn blushes, falls.
