Falling Leaves

The red leaves outside my window are falling Today was the day to fall Last night was first 32 degrees Last night was the full moon Today is November 8 When I drink the wine of nearness I experience pleasure After being sated with banquet of contemplation I relish (ta'm) the fruit of the trees In the morning light I sat outside on the doorstep Drinking my coffee Watching the red maple tree Drop it's leaves I listened to the sound The stem would crack Then the leaf would fall thru other leaves Then hit the pile of leaves on the ground. It was soft noise but a busy noise It was like the tree spoke I sat in cold apprehension Empty stomach Would my sweetheart ask me to come? I didn't ask I played central avenue drag by Pete Johnson on the piano It seems in that song he wrote all the following blues tunes in history DS Poem November 8, 2014