Change

The air has changed from warm to biting.
The leaves have turned from green to red.
And though this season’s brought some fighting,
There’s no one I would want instead.


-Amber

The Late Romantics

Strings of all shapes, and all sizes, and sounds
Ring through the air into ears all around
Eyes remained closed and the sound waves invade,
Music like this is the Jack of all trades.

Heart rates incline and relax with such ease,
Six great musicians bring men to their knees
Playing the heartstrings of everyone near,
You might fall in love, or you might fall in tears.

*Amber

The Bite

Cool winds have bitten.
Two nights into October,
and I feel the sting.

*Amber