our polluted minds

strained by ambitions –
we allow nature to drown
in a pool of red

myths

mighty bulls go wild
merely at the sight of red?
what a lot of bull !

stealing a kiss

by daring to taste
the coldness of autumn’s kiss
leaves turn red then gold

 

J M Lysun

Defiant to the last

 

shielding me from rain
a canopy of red leaves
defying autumn

 

J M Lysun