Fall in the Suburbs


Trying to see the deeper meaning 

As limited nature dances 

The fire of leaves in sunset’s glow

The breath of wind passes 

Behind each enlightened leaf

A dull man-made house.

Underneath the wind’s bellowing 

A siren’s wailing is heard. 

The sun that shines through nature’s crown, 

Falls onto this glass table.

The trees shed their glory

Onto manicured lawns. 

Safe and comfortable

The wild is kept away

Beyond the spice of fall

Exhaust is to be inhaled.


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