staring autumn in the face

the moon's swollen belly
shining down

the rotted fruit sun
hidden by the
black construction paper sky

shiny happiness floats by
upon oily liquid
-tumbling, churning-
bloody ruby rocks

i, sitting within dead grass,
watch the slope of the hill
slide to erode
inky water

slam a jane frost
wind in your face

shamrocks to slime
leaves to die

watch this winter explode
harvest snowflakes

wait for them

melt away