Fall in December

In December, Fall leaves drop,
Like the bombs of wars
Of any armored Lords,
From the trees tops.

Swings sway soft in cold breeze,
Like the necktie of a broken man,
Sad to hold life in his hand,
In the bathroom on his knees.

Cool nights deepen in their harm,
Like the needle of the addict,
Surging through the vein with such panic
That he ignores the hole in his arm.

But: piles of leaves that rustle
Remind me of warm fires,
Second chances for liars,
And that busy Christmas hustle.

The oranges and reds, bright and strong,
Are hugs from aunts and uncles
That make your knees buckle
Because it really has been too long.

Strangers smiling on street corners
Are like the good feeling of eye contact,
Not wanting to take a present back,
Or speaking the language of foreigners