eyes falling

wither roses,

color maple leaves,

brittle the twigs

of trees shedding seasons;

time to steam 

cinnamon and cider

for chilled walks 

and frost-turning 

evenings;

for eyes falling 

on night's 

repose. 

Poem © 2007 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo © 2007 by R. Burnett Baker