Autumn In Harvest Mirror

Winds whip
through the tree limbs
as leaves reveal bare bones
burnt orange leaf's falling scratch streets
Fall smiles

Each 5 lines of poetry varies in syllable count
2,4,6,8, and the last line has 2 syllables.

Peony Blooms on Ceres

This is a short poem a mind space adventure.

Skyward my eyes leap;
to minor plalnet Ceres.
My Space Jittney soars,
past frilly peonies blooms,
true freedom in refreshment