AUTUMN MELANCHOLY                                                 

by Brenda Mox


The sea works gently
at the shore,
its halo of waves
wash over her
barnacled rocks,
floating seaweed,
sun mottled sand
and soaked, fallen leaves.

As autumn’s pervasive melancholy
drips translucent veils
that few can see
on trees that hide
in the folds of the land
near the sand
where seagulls grieve.


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Brenda Mox is a poet, visual artist and MFA graduate from Old Dominion University many moons ago. Her work has been published in Wingless Dreamer, Bewildering Stories, Blaze Vox, Ariel Chart, Down in the Dirt, Neo Poet, Discretionary Love, Corporeal, Heart and Mind, Edge of Humanity, Poetry Pacific, New Myths, Poetry for Mental Health journals, Eber and Wein Anthology.