Autumn Leaves

they breed and transform

then sunder from its branches

now they lay to rest. 

       

© 2016 Liza Morales

Autumn-ness

​morning sun peers through

leaves dangle, altered colors

change is the constant.

           

© 2016 Liza Morales

Morning Rain

​the pitter patter 

against my window pane

is like a present spirit         

awakened by its sweet scent 

aromas rise from the concrete 

the Bronx smells differently

    

the rhythm of this rain

speaks a special language

the heart understands

    

through adjectives and metaphors

and varying intonations 

I inhale this morning’s poem

rain falls consistently

weightless and sure 

my day begins. 

           

©2016 Liza Morales

French Toast isn’t French

​cinnamon french toast

hard bread soaked in eggs and fried

birthed from the Romans

in 17th century

formerly called pain perdu.

              

©2016 Liza Morales 

Chasing Sunsets

orange mystery

accentuated skyline

few lasting moments. 

          

©2016 Liza Morales

Dew Drops

​tranquil greenery

moistened by the morning dew 

satiated leaves. 

         

©2016 Liza Morales

Chéf Fanmi

​conveyor of strength

supple branches bend in storms

spirit bides afloat.
        

©2016 Liza Morales