Great tress manicured;
Cut and shaped to fit lest they overgrow
Space allotted them.
Aesthetically pleasant.
Cut the branch,
Rake the leaves.
Make it look like they never let go a mess to
Shed
The old and become
Stronger and taller.
Invisible cages even for them,
The mighty oaks.
Still they keep straining to grow to their full potential so naturally;
Roots creeping underneath us all as we go
About this and that.
This and that.
The air is chilly now and I am wishing I had
Thrown on a sweatshirt.
I
Lay down in the ground on my belly
And prop my chin up on my hands.
The evening sun is getting lower and I love
To watch as light filters through all of the different petals and leaves.
If I squint my eyes it looks like millions of stars
Are resting amongst the flowers just like me.
Ah
But I breathe.
I hear a sigh escape your lips
As you see the colors too.
As you see the wind pulling the leaves from the trees.
They do their final dance for us.
And they return to the
Earth
That nourished them.
Some ride the wind so delicately.
Others seem out of control
As if fighting the pull of gravity.
Ultimately they all fall.
We endure.
I feel the warmth of your skin
As
You move closer.
This knowing between us,
It is time to hold each other.
This sorrow,
We must let it envelope us
If we are to ever love through winter.
*originally posted November 3, 2015*
*choleintodiamonds*
Summer dreams.
I think of them as my
Feet
Step on and crunch
The crispy leaves that have fallen on this path
Before me.
The lucky ones fall to the forest floor
Where no human
Makes their way.
The lucky ones;
Reabsorbed into the
Dirt.
.
I will tuck those dreams in for the winter,
To sleep now
And reawaken them in spring;
Though maybe they will have changed by then.
We might not know each other anymore,
These summer dreams and I.
Crunchy leaves
brown, orange, yellow
Under my feet.
I
try to step lightly
But
It is no use.
The bench is empty,
Waiting for my company.
The swing set too
Swings so lonely.
Rusty bolts add color to the gray.
The schoolchildren
Are tending to books
Now.
I am trying to count the clouds
But
They join into one and block the sun.
Summer;
Summer
Ran away.
Like a phantom
Time has
Stolen itself away
I always thought i would return home
Whenever i like
Only now
mom and dad
Are both long gone
Still i step upon familiar streets
Still i walk barefoot
The grass reminds me
unspoken hurts
unspoken love
Laughter echoes in my heart
Cigarette smoke
Clouds my eyes
I see them there
Amongst the fall leaves.
Fallen dreams
So quickly tossed about
By
Children playing tag
With no
Attention
Paid to time.
And i smile.
Spring is springing once more.
Tender buds beginning to peak,
Unfold.
New life
Bursting through damp soil;
Up beyond last falls sacrificial
Leaves released by trees.
Spring.
Awakened by the
Love of the sun.
Shoots of green growing new among trees
Joyously joining
Wise old branches of time.
And again and again it ends and begins
As we come and go.
A natural knowing among earth and sky,
Moon and sun.
Each taking their turn.
Their ways unspoken
In the
Natural knowing.
Ah
But I breathe.
I hear a sigh escape your lips
As you see the colors too.
As you see the wind pulling the leaves from the trees.
They do their final dance for us.
And they return to the
Earth
That nourished them.
Some ride the wind so delicately.
Others seem out of control
As if fighting the pull of gravity.
Ultimately they all fall.
We endure.
I feel the warmth of your skin
As
You move closer.
This knowing between us,
It is time to hold each other.
This sorrow,
We must let it envelope us
If we are to ever love through winter.
Golden sun
On leaves of yellow and orange.
The clouds kiss the sky
As I stand and reach,
I endeavor to touch the
Heavens.
Alas,
I know you sleep well.
I open the window with anticipation.
There I hear the birds last summer song,
For summer is done.
Crisp autumn air wafts into the room
Sweeping away with it
Summer’s dust which has settled in the nooks
And crannies,
Yet
Not on open books.
My mind is filled with wondrous thoughts of
Falling leaves and cooler mornings to come.
I look to my garden for one last flower
To which
I find none.
Chole Into Diamonds 