Faith

Autumn leaves…
…winter follows

spring back…
to summer

cyclically erratic…
eternally truncated

life is…

…fatal

Qualms? (love is… #47)

Love is a compunction
albeit an unctuous one

it is an albatross,
a cross to makes
you feel bare

Love makes for weird
poetry, messy emotions
hackneyed devotions
far exceeding alliterative
quotas for exasperation