Makeup Artist

Imparting her beauty secrets

With farewell kisses from her pumpkin-coral lips

She slowly exhales

And gently blows the leaves from trees

Watching patiently as they

Flutter and spin to the earth below

Not to wrinkle and fade,

But to exult in their timeless glamour.

Hues of red and gold and brown

Fall like finely milled powder from a Kabuki brush

To shadow and contour the landscape

In a palette of crackling color –

Autumn’s face revealed.

fall leaves watermarked

Today

Today

Careless words, like scissors through silk,

Cut an ugly pattern.

Not meant for me, but still

Meant for others who didn’t deserve them.

I laughed along so no one would notice

The painful needles of guilt threading their way through me

Like so many stitches, fashioning an inelegant garment

Worn by so many.

I silently vowed to don different clothes

Tomorrow.

needle and thread