Yellow, orange, and red—
Summer’s bounty of life, winter’s death of it all
have been wed.
Early frost spells—
What else could you ask from the fall
pastels?
Our town—
Starting to stall
down.
Yellow, orange, and red—
What else could you ask from the fall
down?
September is busting out all over,
leaves with pretty colors,
fill the cool air.
A new sweater for the cool morning air,
will keep me warm as I pick up pretty leaves over and over.
I love the red and orange colors.
Birds of many colors,
are singing as they are flying through the air,
they keep going to the bird feeder many times over.
September will be over with new colors to fill the winter's air.
September 08, 2026
red-orange sunrise
slightly above horizon crescent moon....
king of planets
glowing brightly, jupiter september's beauty
rich blessings for poet observing
A dash of red
In the leaves,
Points ahead
To old long sleeves
Makes us smile
If only a few,
For mile after mile
A brilliant view
Most welcome sights
And darker darks,
Set off the brights
Like scattered sparks
A change begin
Simply excites,
Takes place when
All orange ignites
Back to September
We need you here,
One to remember
Year after year.
le' tree, le' tree.
drop an apple to me.
le' tree, le' tree.
knock my head with a branch tree, please.
please?
pretty please?
with a cherry on top.
le' bush, le' bush.
pick a berry for me.
le' bush, le' bush.
blackberries or blue? you choose.
blackberries, strawberries, bananas count too!
le' tree gave me an orange,
le' bush picked a banana.
the both rhyme to me, I think.
no raspberries, no raspberries, they stinky to me.
no pears, no pears, they taste bad to me,
to le' tree, I plea.
Despues de haber no pensado en ti, tu nombre resuena denuevo en mi corazon
Arde por expresar un emocion ahogdor
En el vacio estoy cuando no estas
pero no es culpa tuya
es culpa mia por fracasar
Ganar tu corazon era mi lio, ahora es tu atencion por lo que debo luchar
Tu precencia en mi corazon a la vez que tu aucencia en mi vida traduce como una traición
Porque te conocí
si tengo que vivir sin ti
Esto es sufrir, por favor regresa los amaneceres pintados con tu color
as the day break hits the curtains, emitting a nice warm orange hue
Semejanza a tu amor.
My old shoes
croon
songs with
sweet loud notes.
My old shoes
grace
the old soul
of my worn soles.
Glasses were sweaty in July,
so I wouldn’t pick them up
Mom mixed the concentrate perfectly,
but I wouldn’t pick it up
Warm juice in a wet glass
doesn’t cooperate
with me
I remember you, grandpa
only by the scratchy wool
of your suit holding me
while I had chickenpox
It made me feel worse,
as if I never would know intimacy
But I think I will love you,
in Heaven
A local past
mind may
transfer to a
permanent po-
sition in the
sane high or
lower ener-
gy than the
incidental knight who
only shows to
know some
thicker skinny fish or
brightly burn-
ing paper ti-
gers.
orange pekoe sun burn
skin cooking like raw bacon
mosquitoes eat me
Milky Way pours stars
spilling orange pekoe sun mars
like hot onyx tea
I found an orange cat
living by the dumpster.
He meowed at me,
as if to say, "Hello."
He decided then and there
to follow me back home.
The moment we arrived,
he promptly moved right in,
announcing for all to know-
this was now his home instead.
A little cat begins to purr.
She has the softest orange
fur.
I love to sit and play with her.
Fruit like green oranges,
Small leaf-shedding thorny tree,
And sticky wood pulp.
No one eats Osage.
No one tastes these hedge apples.
The thorns make barbed wire.
529.
Orange Flower for Orange Santa Muerte
Receive this orange flower offering
As part of our thanksgiving
Oh Orange Santa Muerte full of joy
Oh Pleasing Gift like a child's toy
Blessed is Christ, King of Israel
Blessed are we, kin of Azrael
Oh Holy Death for people of every age
Oh Santa Muerte clothed in orange!
Amen.
-12/22/2016
(Dumarao)
*Benedictions to the 8 Flowers for Santa Muerte
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