All poetry and photos by Squeaky Connors unless otherwise noted, thank you.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

milkweed billows
like fine white hair
floating along
in the cool fall air
traveling along
i know not where

it does not know
nor does it care
its not concerned
if life is fair

it dances with
the slightest breeze
floating along
among the trees

and i am mesmerized by these
yes, i am mesmerized by these