"September Morn..."

Meandering the ways...

Since yesterday:  The tree 'cross the way took on its autumnal view;  The grounds and path has become more debris empowered;  The flow has smoothed and become more - hesitant.  I wonder more... and see no less.

"September Morn..."

"Wanderer's Tea House & Cafe"
  so more than mere
    apropos.

A streetbench - people!
  every where - people.
Such looks, unpausing -
dare I speak, dare they?
Any notice might end their world,
  change it, change them...
And what of tomorrow
  as today slowly becomes
    yesterday.

So many conscious dreams
flowing by.  Life pausing -
put on hold while each
  catches what breath they can.

I wonder what dreams
  will end and which continue -
    we don't plan most ends,
    we just survive them -
      as only we can.

Beautiful women know they're pretty
  - and yet -
Pretty ones seldom have a clue...

Most guys aren't vain enough yet
  to know they were seen...

Chuckling here -
September morn in collegetown.

Chris

Author's Note

A path less traveled...

Reviews

[thoughts of jade]

in our country we only have the sunny and rainy season, and the only way I could ever experience those seasons are only by imagination. and your poem did more than that. It painted vivid pictures that made me feel like i was the one on that path less traveled.

Thank you for sharing this with us. :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

A path well taken.

[sharonlee]

Life flows past us when we pause to watch & breath... and yearn,perhaps for a familiar face amongst this seasons faces....

Shar

[asdarkeyesclose]

I liked the idea of dreams flowing along, the seasons changing and autumn just around the corner. Stunning!

[Teri B]

Autumn is my favorite season. I am an autumn baby. I am stimulated and fascinated by the fall...colorful and complex! Kinda like me... :)

[J Todd Underhill]

A moment to pause on a pre-fall morning, wonderful write indeed. This brought to mind the college town I did my radio internship in, always crisp in September, and I was either at the radio station of writing poetry at a coffee shop!

[J. J. Nightingale]

Jasmine was here, pausing to notice .. and now - I will breathe .. .. ..