Autumn Leaves
Traditional bread served with the salted truth Sprinkled a little humour in a hope to make it less painful My body could relate to, neither the salt nor the humour, I was running late for work. And I won't be going back to the same restaurant for a long time! India said she always had this feeling of ever-present melancholy Mine is not melancholy, Mine is an October tree in the middle of a small town Graciously letting go of the green leaves but misplaced… Rooted on the face of the earth Floating somehow... Change is difficult, change is different But Octobers are pretty in the UK With its mustard faded pointed leaves and a pink-brown shoulder, I guess change is pleasing to the eyes of an observer passing by, Change doesn't need sprinkling and it doesn't make you feel bad the next morning, It allows you to be silent with a voice of wisdom. It breathes if you allow it to, It is ever-e