Poem for Dmi

People are the most sensitive people
And change is the most important time of their lives
The leaves on the trees all catch fire, in autumn
And you reach for a branch, out of desire, out of freedom, is the tree really solemn? Or is it the owl?
We age, with deep lines on our cheekbones
Just a page, turning words and phrases, with lines that mean something to someone
Music, is just sound that’s been sweetened severely
So, it bounces itself off the walls
While we reflect on the fauns in the garden
Autumn, is the most patient of all of the seasons
Just an interlude between summer and winter, without any reason
Because snow will soon smother the leaves on the ground, and the ones in the trees still, are the luckiest of all of the leaves left

..Exactly 9

And the glass that’s half empty now becomes full, with rain from the gutter, then shatters thank goodness it’s cold

Because you, you're the warmest person

I know

Author's Note

for my friend