Stretching towards the sun
Like long leafy fingers
Garnished with autumnal hues
The remnant of spring that lingers

Above my head as I look up
It seems go on up forever
Trying to grasp the endless sky
In a truly doomed endevour

What do I feel as I stare
Up at this hypnotising sight
Is it a wondering at nature
Or do I wish for the gift of flight

But as I lay back, I realise
Why I’m looking at this angle
While staggering home I hit a tree
Now I’m on my back, my limbs in a tangle

I’m drunker than I thought…