Seasons (Autumn) Poem by Alto Lee Thomas, Jr.

Hillsides coolly fused
Hewn from pallets now bleached fading blond
Leaves fluttering like lumps of coal-lit embers.
The last of autumn's leafy bounty

Turkey Oak leaves butterfly downward like springtime kites
Or stiff-winged vultures - jerked in ragged rhythm by the spastic wind

Opening to the meadow, an entryway to the battlefield

Loam trapped ragged leaves - perfect tokens -
Tattered by the hooves of antlered warriors paired in rituals as ancient and ardent as those that roused mankind in primal days.

Gorged by Blood... well-being an expendable commodity.

The frosted air traced ********


Below, the soggy bottomland oozes rusty clumps
Freshly rutted product of porcine pillagers;
Tattered leaves - perfect tokens - trampled under hooves of antlered warriors

Paired in rituals as ancient and ardent as those that roused mankind in primal days.

Enthused by blood and hormones... well-being an expendable commodity.

The frosted air traced

pheromones traced the scent as hormones sparked violence - inflamed by pheromones and the crescent moonlight.
Chilled winds cool and urgently paved way repayment of their nature's dues.



pheromones traced the scent as hormones sparked violence - inflamed by pheromones and the crescent moonlight.
Chilled winds cool and urgently paved way repayment of their nature's dues.

At first sight and, unlike other nights;

Like magic, all of life's most sumptuous wonders opened to their hungry hearts and starving eyes.
Neither was shackled by discretion nor even remotely distracted by the temperance of a whim.
For the consequence of certainty commanded, … that he was meant for her … And she for him.

First touch - a subtle brush -intent made mad by accident;
All other touches - the children of intent.
Arching lips lighted fuels forcing flesh to mesh.
Frictions' crescendo lent tension to tempo;
Heart and heat mark time with panting breaths.

Unsure of the perfection that the raging fire affords;
Unused to the direction that their quaking hips explored.
Sparks explode, through hollow limb,
In shocks that echoed thrusts therein.
They slump and are, for now, content;
For as he entered her … she entered him.