Fallen

More by Acer Sacharrum

  • A Sestina

    Somewhere in the summer sun, 

    Where dandelions dance and sing 

    Along with the bluebird’s lonesome cry, 

    Alone, you’ll find me, lying there 

    Between the grass seed and maple leaves, 

  • I Stand

    Slowly,

    I stand, 

    simmering in the seraphic summer sun, softly

    stammering silly sayings,

    smiling at the shining sky.


    Solemnly, 

    I sit,

    in the scenes of September, singing