Flavors of Fall

It's of the changing nature of Nature

A salty taste of sorrow as…

Chill wind herds the leaves 

And scatters helter skelter

Bits of leafy matter

While steel wheels 

On cobblestones

Ring coldly aclatter

Collars high on threadbare coats

Sad eyes bereft 

of warmth and life

Soft sighs rise 

From tattered throats

Reddened eyes belie the strife

Cold winds herd the leaves into

Rows and furrows

Pile and heap

Pon which many a poor soul

Life out of control…

Finds scant shelter 

In warm place to sleep

Aye, There’s a salted taste

Of sorrow contained within

August winds both cruel and raw

A seasoned taste

That’s shared equally 

By each one and all

The piquant

The bittersweet

The bitter taste of gall

The cool rain that morphs 

Into icy sleet

The many fickle flavors

…Of Fall…