EXpired

Her face was beautiful
without creases,
it met the inevitable,
the enemy.

Her hair was black
like onyx,
it met the inevitable,
the enemy.

Her hands were smooth, strong
without buldging veins or wrinkles,
they met their match,
the enemy.

Her eyes were mesmerizing
big, beautiful, infinite,
they met the enemy,
they lost.

She was the face of exhaustion
her eyes were tired and hair thin,
from the enemy,
aging.

Her time passed.

She was the wife of beauty,
she is divorced.

An Ode to iPhone

The iPhone-
springs novelty
yet shortlived.

Fall

Lost in the wind,
Papers run hair flies
bare ankles quiver,
brutal on Texas skin.

A blizzard of dust,
Dishovels coats cuts eyes
invades pores and buds disapprove-
our warning.

Skies darken,
telling others to do the same
Suddenly the sun matches the terrain,
moods synchronize.

Pages are dedicated,
to the season the monks have been awaiting
It is worshipped in black, brown, orange and leather,
We wear it.

Vigils are held,
commemorating the death of a good season
out with the new and in with the newer,
A reason for bonfires.

Autumn calls,
We Answer