Autumn

Could I like a puff of wind
on fallen leaves
resurrect for a time
brittle eyes in a
twirling tumbling fall
through times and people past
before frost anchors
me and mine forever
to the earth?

Green world descended
Painting earth in crushed brown.
Dry choirs of rustling voices
Flung in spinning fall
Whisper soft answers
From earth’s ruddy mosaic.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

First Book	Second Book	Third Book
Brother mine	Thy  Days	Sibling
Damaged good	What shape a poet	Herculean expectations
Barrel bottom fruit	Creative Burying	Ressurection
Bottom line	Regret	Times End
On the dying edge	Spider Time	In Memoriam : Twice Round
Biting Free	Earth Turns	Eight Pints
Id rider	Old Dog	Sinking Heart : Drop
Only worms will know you better	Eye to Eye	Swim : Drift
Thrice crows	Autumn	Coming Home
Friends in High Places	The night the church burnt	Passage
Poet bones	Last Strand	Speed Crazy
Katadesmoi	Ashes to Ashes	Sinking Heart

THE 'MORRIS' STUDIO :         Presenting a selection of work for sale by Eric W. Morris