When Autumn Begins

When Autumn Begins 20 hundred hours…is that nautical enough for you? Evening sky was marvelous, I should have been a painter my anemic words cannot justify the awe the world still can offer us who are not blind. Blaring horns, the road back home is narrow and impatient drivers wanted to pass I pulled over and a driver shouted: “fools like you should be banished from driving. “ Guess he was right. It was darkening quickly big juicy drops hit asphalt drummed on the roof and hollered: “save us take us home we don’t want fall on a useless road, we’ll water your rose bushes, the thorny ones that cut your arms when you try to prune them, we can promise a dew fresh rose for you lapel.” Right! Like I should be a city gent, I haven’t got a suit, so there. Afar a fog horned blared melancholically, once I was a seafarer but the roses I met in harbour bars, had only vulgar beauty to offer. At home rain fell on old tiles, I made a whisky mixed with rose dew and thought of lost love.