Autumn leaves
fall right on schedule.

Another season
of finally letting
yourself die

And watching
people find beauty
in the morbidity

of others.

The cold ground feels nice.
I take off my puffer
And let myself feel
The bite of last nights frost.

A moon-lit trail calls to me.
The stars lend their sparkle
To the icy layer that floats atop

Deeply, I wonder, would i swim?
Or let myself become part of the
Inevitable.

When i was young,
I would’ve have given my mother the world.
Every mothers day, i would paint
My very best picture,
And I would walk to my grandmother's garden
To pick the tallest Easter lilies
That had bloomed weeks before.
Her front yard boasted
the most beautiful flowers
That fill my memories.
But like the colorful bloom,
My mothers love disappeared with time.
And sloppy paintings and roughly cut stems
Would never be good enough for her.