vapour trail to motion slow
strained synapses fire sporadically
consumed strength from inner structure
muscular wasteland waits on the tick
process impeded on sun’s descent
digits fail to depress
closer to calm’s entrance
prompting summation of time
craggy surface seeks reprieve
lashes meet and mesh
screaming silence into lobes
utter not mindless words
the beckoning arms of stillness.
I fought to the death
With courage and strength from birth
I am not forgotten
But returned to the earth.
Scattered, withered, lifeless
Until picked up on a breeze
Thrown heavenward by little hands
Do with me what you please.
No need to show remorse
Please don’t shed a single tear
Just remember me as I was
Until I’m back next year.
The Autumn leaves have fallen.
During Autumn the foliage turns the most amazing hues. Crimson, amber, copper, lime and blush. Watching the kids bundle them up, throw them into the air and then start all over makes me laugh.
The crunch of leaves underfoot as you walk along reminds me of rustling paper. Some are just that; paper thin and fragile.
The only part about Autumn I don’t care for much is the fact that it signals the imminent onset of another Winter. We’re not friends-to say the least.
We watch as that last leaf zigzags it’s way to the floor below; it has re-joined all those that fell before it. The promise of Spring and new life, just around the corner.
What is it that you love about Autumn?
Falling in love.
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