autumn has come again
so the leaves
are soaked now
with all the colors they have
kept in.
and people frolick while nature
is dying
and under every mask
the eyes, still gleam like they belonged to children
every trick
deserves a tiny treat
greedy gloved fingers are scythes
they are hungry for the harvesting
of rotten teeth
of breathing ghosts
of temperatures dropping
the naked trees
start their shivering
and the cold
cant hold them
the kids carve their names
in vain attempts to console them
as if to say,
"we're all trapped
in between
the shadows
and the seasons
we're all frustrated
and on the cusp
of becoming
we're all waking
and forever waiting
to be born again
curious, brave babies
in the blooms of spring"
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 11:30 PM UTC
autumn has come again
so the leaves
are soaked now
with all the colors they have
kept in.
and people frolick while nature
is dying
and under every mask
the eyes, still gleam like they belonged to children
every trick
deserves a tiny treat
greedy gloved fingers are scythes
they are hungry for the harvesting
of rotten teeth
of breathing ghosts
of temperatures dropping
the naked trees
start their shivering
and the cold
cant hold them
the kids carve their names
in vain attempts to console them
as if to say,
"we're all trapped
in between
the shadows
and the seasons
we're all frustrated
and on the cusp
of becoming
we're all waking
and forever waiting
to be born again
curious, brave babies
in the blooms of spring"
Copyright 2010