Fall Breaths, Foliage Within My Body

 

September Gusts

Fall breezes flow along like featherweight silken sheets or blasts sizable blows like heavy gusts before a storm.  I wrote a Tanka-varied poem Fall Breaths w/an experimented rhyme scheme from my walk on a nearby road. The second poem Foliage Within My Body, is Decima-altered inspired by the foliage on the same road I walk on depicting green, yellow, and red foliage.   

  

Fall Breaths

Tanka varied:     abba, abba, cdec, cdec

 

 

Wind whiffs around my wing,

Carrying currents to my hind part,

Moving up to my nape,

As the leaves speaks whisperous hearings,

 

Then the breeze fans winged,

Blowing gusts onto my legs, hip, and shin,

Prodding childlike images of flurry frays,

Forgotten hints of a babe,

 

And the spell subsides,

Flowing airlike breaths in the open,

Lightsome as fluff, down, and bubbles,

Hints of infant times call to mind,

 

While the leaves chants bind,

Touching core parts to close in upon,

Shimmying with jiggly joys suitable,

Cuing grown gaits to stride.

 

 

Foliage Within My Body

Varied Decima Italian:  a, b, a, b, c, d, e, d, e, c, a, b, a, b, c, d.

 

Greens come into sight from now til hereafter,

Pattering me to come to life,

My fingers touch goods like seamed papers,

Or buff like bristled plastic brewing ductile,

Or stroke like waxed shrubs or jelled lumps,

Or stir up like filmy spines which flit away,

Greens chant me to step up and grow,

Grow, grow, fill out and lift up to the sky,

Vivify and rally your spirit to and fro,

Bearing up the lettered life on earlier bumps,

Saffron hints souvenirs of a youngster,

Or part of me that has to stretch afar from the child,

Crimson gush the fire to ensue the stuff I prefer,

And hosts of greens herd over like shrouded shelter,

Watching over me like close and dear ones as they clump,

Brimming with tender affections which sway fancy within my body.