Without Any Maudlin Poem by Mark Heathcote

I love the fall colours cascading
In them mystical magical glories
Mothers bright charm bracelet sparkling
Moon-heart leaves glinting like ivies.

I love the first snowfalls wet icy kiss.
Breaths, that linger; icing the dark
Mother's beehive hairspray in its hiss
As she slinked sideways; left her bulwark.

I loved them separations her happiness.
Her quiet but excited exhilaration
Sweeping along in her long black dress
Like a beautiful fall without any maudlin.