green hills lean bitter
well beyond the cold
trees breeze thinner
thread bare – red and gold
huddled husks blossom
eyes peer glassy wide
whistles wittle weremen
november all are shy
those in boxes hole
and smoke billow plumes
spirits drift between each breath
in the mind consume
a lattice work
for eve’s effer gift
upon all rests believe
i ingest the serpent’s jest
to become the fallen leaves
Mild Musings from a Mediocre Man 
Spirits drift between each breath……I do like that image immensely!
Then I’ll try not to ruin it with the “pedestrian” inspiration from which it came. 😀
You are about as pedestrian as the rock formation at Ryoan-ji, or the cherry blossoms that peek over that wall or the first snow that falls and coats those rocks. Of course, you may be as pedestrian as a subway stuffer, but hey, we can’t all be……Gomez Addams.
Well, I am quite big here in Japan (gratuitous “Big in Japan” joke badge completed). And I’ve yet to see the stuffers, but I avoid those areas of Tokyo during those times. That place gets scary!
Wise man. Finding oneself thrust rather intimately against a stranger is not a happy place, unless of course, one has picked out that stranger and thrusted by choice. Even short as I am, i feared the tall ones around me. Short – even in Japan: my badge.
Wise man. Avoid at all costs. There be monsters.
nice contrast of the words with the pic
Thank you! Fall seems to present itself in many strange places. I’m just glad these Japanese cell phones have decent cameras. 🙂
AB
your poems are like gifts – “weremen” is wonderfull
You are so very kind to say so. It warms me and gives me the nerve to keep posting my little sillies here.