Tumble!

If at first you don’t succeed
Tumble down or trip
Be certain to get up again
Regain control of whip
To bounce back quite decisively
And once more grab the reigns
Determined that you won’t give up
But try and try again

Indian Summer (Haiku)

Indian Summer
Of burnished bronze; copper gold
Spiced jewels of the fall

Indian Summer / Altweibersommer im Sauerland (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Sonnet To The Autumn

The colours of the autumn hither fall
In oranges and reds and rusty browns
A bronzed array about with lost recall
Of greener days now past; leaves on the grounds
Where harvest fruits are reaped and gathered in
Amidst the fiery flames tumbling from trees
To carpet the cold earth with autumn skin
The smoke of bonfires hanging on the breeze
Yet lasting memories of the summer past
Not burnt in embers of the fall-time fire
Will soon give in to winter coming fast
Where frost and snow and icicles aspire
     Meantime the rustling autumn days hold tight
     Abundant and such splendid copper sight

Beautiful fall day! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Fall

My bones are broke, my muscles sore
My feet and legs just dead
My brain’s a fog, my mind’s asleep
My eyelids feel like lead

My knees are bruised, my back is done
My wrists are swollen too
For down the rabbit hole I went
Along with Alice too

But unlike Alice, silently
No magic broke my fall
And so the bumps and bashes hurt
With knocks against the wall

And at the end no little door
Or rabbit with a watch
Nor tea table with mad hatter
Nor time to play hopscotch

No Tweedle Dum or Tweedle Dee
No dormouse in a pot
No Queen of hearts, or Cheshire Cat
Just searing pain so hot

And added in indignity
Of feeling quite a fool
For sprawling out across the floor
From dropping off a stool!

My bones are broke, my muscles sore
My feet and legs just dead
The pain of taking quite a fall
I should have stayed in bed!