I lost the seventh poem for autumn. A new one moved through me today. Bringing in the magic again in a time of dramatization and protests in our country. I look for chaos, like a bow & arrow aimed for the center. I shoot with a poem. Not just a poem, bemuse it is a magic poem.
Here is a continuation of Autumn poems. A new but now seventh poem.
Is my oasis
A threshold green
Flowers, Rue, and an autumn rose
Gardenia brightens
Up my soul.
Heralding birds
Raven barks
Dionysian chorus
Under breezes breath
Closer to heaven’s dream
I’ve surely met.
Hudley Flipside October 22, 2025
