With all the loosed leaves

This morning, has it meaning? or hopeful thoughts spin playful teasing.

This mourning, has it warning? or are the fears bloated ‘n feeding.

These thoughts will come out just the same,

because I am all alone,

drinking English tea, below a gray sky that’s all a moan.

No outside altering be admitted,

An order’s up for independence.

Sipping on a leuk warm tea

Enjoying an all for me existence.

I will miss you my dear,

but I’m off now with the leaves,

swirling spiraling down too quickly

-it’s what this mo(u)rning needs.