We are 15, backs pressed to that oak tree in the park.
You try to teach me how to whistle using an acorn cap
but I'm laughing too hard to press my lips together.
You sip at your hot cocoa with that insufferable smile
and I drink my coffee, black and bitter,
clutching the mug with shaking hands.
You wrap an arm around me
and we sit like that for a while,
my head on your shoulder
as the leaves spiral down.
The Gloomy Fall
Watch the gloomy mist that falls upon the earth;
watch it fall like split timber.
gaze for just a seldem moment on this mist,
that eccompases my world and encircles
every field and every forest.
Not a sound is heard and yet there seems to be an echo,
A deeply rich echo of thought inside my head.
This is my time for deep and cold feeling questions,
that give me chills to think about.
everything in life falls down to a lower rung.
The rain creeps along the clouds planning its daring voyage.
Next, it drifts downard, slowly spireling like a dancer.
One day the sun will return to earth.
Its dazzling streaks will flood all the land,
he will establish his throne again, but not just yet.
We all know a kings greatest rise must sometimes
come after the fall.
The bright orange sun filtered through haze
The scent of ash and smoke
The stores stocked then sold out of air filters and purifiers
The constant text alerts and emergency warnings
The seasonal traffic of evacuees
The bug-out bags and overnight duffels stacked by the door
The check-in's of "I'm okay"
The check-in's of "Anyone got a place to stay?"
The sad eyes of dogs stuck inside
The grey soot smudged all over your car
The masks worn way before viruses and pandemics
The sense of community solidarity
The sense of community exhaustion
The people trying to stay
The people leaving for good
The insurance rep's info alerts and policy updates
The fire department's notices and helicopters flying
The volunteers assembled at fairgrounds and parking lots
They say California doesn't really have seasons
Well, it has one now
*Sorry - I know this one's a downer but they evacuated my peeps again last night and this is kinda the autumn state of mind I'm stuck in now : )
The future- my past,
Here shall I sleep
Well rested at last.
My soul to wander,
Alone, and at peace,
Through autumn evenings,
Past fading trees.
My tall oaken friends
Shed leaves, as if tears,
Barren in grief
When autumn fog clears.
The trees surround me
And vow to protect,
Against the heartache
Of life and regret.
They're singing at last,
Life fades with the trees
And drifts to the past.
Falling in Fall
It's fall! And I'm falling hard.
From the inside out, you've unraveled my mind. Loosened me up, leaving all doubts behind
I'm falling apart, in the best way that could be. Falling in love with the idea of you and me.
Too soon to tell, if this love is true. But either way, I want to fall with you.
Autumn rain soaks me
lovingly enveloping all that I can be
my umbrella opened reluctantly
#micropoetry #autumn #rhymes
i really, really, really like fall--
aside from the increase in sinus pain,
i really, really, really love crunchy leaves
(that i often have to fight the urge to eat, for some odd reason that i blame on the internet)
and the sky that is so very very very blue in the mornings
and the pink pink pink clouds with the birds flying south
and i really, really, really like wearing sweaters
i also love the colors of the leaves
and the crowds of butterflies that fly on through
and, sometimes, even the spiders:)
i really like the sun peeking over the roof
and even the storms
(though the pressure in my sinuses isn't all that great)
when they hit and turn the sky neon green
i also love halloween--
the cheesy jokes,
and the kids that smile so wide when you give them candy--
i also love the fact that i get to use ORANGE in my bujo this month
and doodle cute ghosts with big eyes
i really like orange and red and yellow and brown and
I CANNOT WAIT
until the next season
where i get to be so so so so so excited about winter!!!!!!
i really, really, really like fall;
love it, even. :)
there's nothing like watching a tiny leaf,
go from green to brown.
filter through the shades of red,
wear a rustic, golden gown.
swim in circles gracefully
and settle on the ground,
covered in the crunchy markers
made for autumn sound.
and when a leaf dares to brave
the "bracing," "offset" cold,
the kind of chill that tucks you in
another lover's hold,
there will come a tender moment
when it chooses, "Free!",
but makes a home amongst the folds
of baby's fleecy sheets.
and as they gurgle,
with tiny arms outstretched,
the leaf will float,
on Sarah's nice white dress.
With a flick, Sara's swish
will offset leafy's dance,
and to the floor will tumble in some
and once again, the autumn spirit
doubles in romance,
as red and orange, brown and yellow,
fit pensive circumstance.
Apples Under A Harvest Moon
A pale-eyed goddess casts carmine light on my crimson desire
Hanging close enough to tempt and be tempted
Three strikes and my arm snatches the prey
Rotten promises squelch beneath my feet
Serpent and Eve live as one, happy with our prize
Blemished, yet alluring all the same
Teeth break the skin
Knowledge drips down my face
It’s intoxicating, so sweet and tart and crisp
I strike and bite and pull flesh from its body
I’ve never tasted anything better
It’s over, yet I can’t stop
Sucking juices from it
Till the core slips through my fingers
Falling to the feet of its father
My sticky hands bear a guilty shine
Under the goddess’s all-seeing eye
Close your eyes
Can you feel the sun on your face?
The wind taking away the heat on your skin
The leaves flowing by you
Dancing to some unheard tune
Dancing through its cousins
It brings the best of them all
Rain, sun, chill
And reminds you
Of the best of everything