dark and cold fall mornings

angel syndrome's picture

Everything was cold and wet ; the orange and plum bleeding from the trees, ready to die for the season. I clutch my coffee, inhaling smoke and breathing cigarette ghosts - my body, this soul-house, howls for them like a baby, a moon-calf crying. It has cried often, for God or love but mostly for nothing, nothing, nothing.


poetic_star's picture


This is just poetically beautiful! I love "the orange and plum bleeding from the trees."

Bosemaster42's picture

Very nice,

Leaves me wanting more. Beautiful wording.