Chapter 44 : Coffee

The morning is bleak

and my coffee, black.

I am thinking of words,

I cant take back.

I wonder how and when

I switched over from tea.

No, definitely not in summer,

I remember leaves under my feet.

I came back home,

feeling a sense of release.

The leaves were yes, changing,

I looked at mom and said "some coffee please."

Chapter 43 : Hanging

There, I've said it.

    It is now hanging in the air-

that emotion, 

   wrapped untidily in words

that are not quite enough.

It is October already,

      have you noticed ?

The wind will blow it around

   and maybe it will settle there

In that heap of cast off leaves.

I will walk back home now.

     Do what you will with it,

as one might with errant thoughts.

    or hold it, till it dissolves in time

like all things seasonal.