Autumn

A red leaf
remnant of a spent Spring
drifting beyond life
on hot currents;
Eyeing the drops
in a friendly pregnant cloud
parched
she stretches her tip,
bounced and buffeted
at the rim of a black hole;
Peering at the silver
through the black tunnel
She sheds her gravity
sunk in the whoosh
of afterlife;
The red leaf disappears
sucked to dance
in the galaxies beyond.

Drenched

                                     

Skies opened

I continued walked

As if there is no tomorrow,

I traced the cascading outpour

on my coarse face

smiling at the watery hug;

it soaked me

as if I was a tree

placed in His garden

needing quenching

needing cleansing

among the puddled earth

among the fallen flowers and fruit;

I pick up the fruits and withered browns

Drenched

to the core,

I taste the white sap

nestling it deep inside

after the outpour.