Autumn waves crash on
tiled floors, a terrarium
for urban living
by Scooj
Autumn waves crash on
tiled floors, a terrarium
for urban living
by Scooj
Penny whistle man
playing for a few coppers
and humanity
by Scooj
Dusk comes early now
and bats flutter, fattening
for Winter slumber.
by Scooj
Now in the morning
chill my exhalations dance
in front of my eyes
by Scooj
A blocking high sits
obligingly overhead
warming Autumn hearts.
by Scooj
Utsire, where in
God’s name is Utsire and
should I be worried?
by Scooj
Don’t believe the red
sky as October’s storms brew
in the Atlantic
by Scooj
Ocean worn timbers
braced for October storms and
surging tides of sand
by Scooj
Does Autumn have an
Autumn and if so what is
Autumn’s Autumn called?
by Scooj
In the Autumn shade
a young couple share kisses;
in oblivion.
by Scooj