A thousand eyes,

Looking into ?

 

As I look out my window, there,

thousands of Autumn Green Eyes, stare.

 

They dance on the breath of cold, cruel winds,

blowing beneath the caresses of rain drops,

- there, hanging in the grips of cold air –

in the hands of these Autumn days.

 

They are reaching out, touching the hands

of the Grim Reaper, as he stands.

 

There, upon the threshold of Winter’s dream,

a new tomorrow, that will Spring

to life in another season.

 

Reason

 

I am reminded of you my Dear.

You, whom I will never forget, I fear.

B.J."A" 2
October 17th 2009