A crinkle beneath my shoe tells me I step upon death.
But can death hold such vibrant tones and hues?
Does the brisk wind not sing of excitement with the delicious scents it waves under my nose?
I breathe in deep and the chilled air envelopes every corner of my lungs in a refreshing bath.
The trees do not sway, instead they stand as still as a man awaiting his funeral.
Waiting.
Hoping.
Anticipating.
Something is about to happen, the world pauses in anxiety of what is to come next.
The only movement are the rich colors seeping through the veins of the leaves, which will soon take their place on the ground amongst their fallen comrades.
I lift my foot and find an array of orange and red shattered upon the brown earth;
an abstract artwork of God's beauty in a land of dark hope.
I wrap the scarf tighter around my neck and face, with unblinking green eyes seeping in the crisp landscape.
Two children play in a field nearby and I envy their easy laughter; wishing i had a playmate, someone real who doesn't listen to societies' expectations and just giggles or dances because their soul tells them to.
The air tells me to laugh, and I do.
It tells me to run and I will never grow weary.
I do.
but I do... grow weary
I fall in a crunchy pile of nature and sink in the warm aroma.
When I finally stand pieces of leaf cling to my curly hair.
I don't pick them out just yet.
I let them become a part of me and me a part of them.
Until they will eventually lose their grip,
spiral to the cold ground
and get trampled on by a hundred feet.
Feet that will never appreciate the beauty of a fine fall day.
1 comment:
So, it's 3am and I can't fall asleep and I don't have anything worthwhile to do here at home, so I decided to read a blog or 2 and wanted to go back to your old blogs :)
I really like the way this one reads, you're a great poetry writer, but the way it ends is a bit of a bummer. I liked it a lot and know that it's a realistic ending and probably ties in with your thoughts of what was going on in your life at that time. It'd be fun for you to tell me about that :)
It's a great poem babe. I don't think I'll ever get tired of reading your poems/thoughts/ideas/stories or anything else that you share with me.
BTW, I really like your picture of the leaves all over you, it's very artsy and natural looking :)
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