Welcome Fall

Welcome fall:
a flower is not a flower anymore
and the leaves of yesterday are promises
written with chlorophylla.

my hands are knocking on my own door
like a madwoman looking for a short supply
of hope as the sky gets more sensual
and the night is a strange equilibrium
of whims and necessities.

i have no antibiotics to protect me
from the beauty of autumn
as I sit here, contemplating
the submissive jealous moon:
i swear it has always been mine
all this time
life shouldn't test my singularities.

it is fall here
and i am ready to fall,
sharping my rudimentary tools
to fight against my Don Quixote's windmills
and empty weekends.
but they can wait too.

something sleeps beneath my shadow
and interrupts me without my authorization.
it might be my oaks breathing slowly
as the smell of the past dies within.

Karla Bardanza
http://karlabardanzapoems.blogspot.com
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