October’s face.

October's faceOctober’s face

torn by wet winds

erodes and decays,

entering a deep

and melancholic

sleep.

 

It’s a worn and aging mask

painted with autumn

landscapes,

dreaming of sunflowers

broken by storms,

trees ripped into

spinning kaleidoscopes

of red and gold confetti,

and

tire marks

in the snow.

 

October’s face,

up against the wall of time

disintegrates,

fragments,

descends with the leaves

towards darker days.

 

Its beauty is short

but the fall

is long.

 

poem and photo by clinock (edited redux).

photo: found wall art, Vancouver. Thanks and Credit to unknown artist.

new days, new ways 3

Veiledlayers of branch and cloud
my mountain veiled by beauty
how will I reach it now?

Photo and Haiku by clinock