autumn association

[salixbabylon]

Eddies of redwood swirling in the crisp autumn breeze, red maple red bottle bush, sharp and urgent and green green green. One last pulse, climax, then sleep. Blue skies so pure it's like aluminum on fillings, blue shock deep in the bone. The ocean so deep and dark murky blueblack like a bruise, shadow and motion and mystery in the depths. Mornings shrouded in such heavy veils of fog that it drips from the trees, wet and real and unrelenting. Afternoons hot with memories of summer, sunlight stirring sap until the forest smells of laurel and bay and redwood and arousal and the sun-time passing. The crisp warning in the air, the urgency, life everywhere reaching for one last burst of ecstatic pleasure before sleep. Death and life tasting vibrantly on my tongue. I love autumn.