Autumn and the Poetry in Between the Photography

Is it Autumn or is it fall?

I have contemplated the difference

I think the TV man sees fall

My imagination is more provocative

So fuck it, I'll call it autumn

Have you gotten up close?

I mean really look to see what's there

Can you describe the texture?

The smell?

It's easier to back away

Fear is distant when you're far away

The ones that fly away might be the unlucky ones

Then there's the blues

Like picking cotton or a good woman leaving you

I'm fond of the times when I had to run out the back door

Images of rolling like a log when I was a child often flutter across my mind

Longing for child play

Give me a little whisky and I'll show you young again

Slap some paint on that man made structure

It feels good to fling it around

It's all been done before some say

I say fuck what they say

Somehow everything is intertwined, it's in our DNA

How different are we as a species from fifty thousand years ago?

Some say climate change is a bad thing

I see it differently

Look at everything we have accomplished

The earth will be alright

We are the earth's current experiment

And it's been a wild ride long before we came along

We all want to fly

Maybe it goes back to some genetic part of us when we did soar above

In such a short time period old is the new

Who knew I would understand what Sully was saying

Over there is a couple who will always remain together

But we aren't wired like that

Aren't we cute wrapping up and taking home nature

Brings us closer together

Always wired to hit the road

Change reminds of us who we are suppose to be

Strip away that color

That facade most of us put on every day

Make sure you give yourself time to play

Even better when it's horse play

Well friends, we made it full circle to another fall day

Really contemplate your next play

Oh the pain when you long for those young days

when none of it meant anything other than play