warm-hard, these moments are like stone
as the leaves fall, browning. i
could fall with them, almost.
there is a loneliness
to this air, its wind. a pushing-away.
hover close, she seems
to say, warm-soft in the wet
light of her eyes. she could fall too,
almost, her wings so translucent
they don’t quite exist.
so i hover, resting.
it is a long way down
even for those who can fly.
i hover, staying. i know: pick
the sun-light out of stone and pulse
and air, and watch, and stay. there
is a loneliness to this sky
in its blue dry light
as the leaves brown and fall,
even for those who can fly.
the tenth muse 
Another beautiful treatise on the season and how it feels. You’re an inspiration. – Mosk
you make me blush, Mosk. thanks you. 🙂
there is defa loneliness in teh air this time of year…keep hovering….dont let it overcome you….
wise words, brian. i don’t intend to. 🙂 you gotta hover on up this way again one of these days, ya know? *smiles*
i know….losing my job and having to work real hours is def crimping my style…i want to…i will make it happen…
“Like” is not the right appellative. It moves me.
i liked the haiku version better. 😉 thanks, Ray.
Lovely! Simply lovely….
aw, thanks, girl. means a lot you dropping by. 🙂
as the leaves brown and fall,
even for those who can fly.
Even the liveliest of us must succumb to death. Unfortunately. I would have created a much different world.
but not today, Carl. but not today.
Beautiful, Joanna.
thanks, ayala. 🙂
I enjoyed the imagery in this poem, and how precise it felt despite the simplicity of individual words. I especially liked this:
pick
the sun-light out of stone and pulse
I liked the contrast between the permanent hardness of the stones and how airy and brief all the other elements of the poem felt.
thank you for your thoughtful comment. kind of you to stop by, and welcome back any time.
Life can turn on a dime…leaving us feeling vulnerable and fragile…as this lovely work. Thank you for sharing. :))
true enough it can, J. thanks for dropping in.
amazing write.beautiful
Expressing so well delicacy and strength. Fine writing.