Visual Sonnet

As Fall leaves scents collages, patchouli's,

I'd picked you yesterday where my Lynx cat

and I'd gone gallivanting, trees to trees:

so in my hands some, cupped, had raindrops splat

to tatters, willy-nillied, whorled from boughs

to go windloam them into firegrass tripe!

Now chilled and trampled on, as soon caroused

as fingers (yours must be!) closed in to swipe

a mien at marble'd gingered on your Urn:

could I confess memorials just cast

with ashes, out? Why your my ghosthands burn!

Would over my eyes winter yours, aghast?

These leaves my hands collaged I'd made sure glued

together, not to watch me go unglued.

The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini