Apparently I've been living in Southern California too long. I was feeling all melancholy tonight, for the first time in years was able to put it in words, and it turned out to be a poem about Fall. I always liked Fall. I know the poem is trite, and short, and sorta crappy, but it is the first poem I've written in years that got past the first line before being deleted. Here's to progress.

Fall

moon whispers through the trees

white sound speckled in my ears

phantoms dance on the edge of vision

brushing softly against my hair

stillness reaches out to seize me

time hovers lightly out of reach

as my soul slips silently toward morning