Falling Noiselessly

Falling noiselessly

Upon ears willing to hear

Cascading to the ground.

Concourses clothe the naked

branches made destitute

By the same gentle breeze

That stripped them bare;

That ushers in the consuming cold.

Color Coding

You bring color to my life

The way Dorothy’s voyage over the rainbow

Brought color to the screen.

The twisters and Miss Gulches

Are left in the haze of gray

And the Ruby not of your slippers

But of your lips

Leads me down the yellow road

To the green cities and witches

That primp burn kidnap

The windup clock of my heart.