‘Tis autumn
And the blood of God
Pools in root that sleeps
Amidst worm and toadstool

Vain woman
Autumn swirls her air
Leaf plucked from trees
Of Saint Anthony’s Fire

And they scream from the bleachers
Every first down

There's nothing can be done but wait—
till promise looms—
while April's passions blithely bloom

Brighter the days, though bitterly cold
The view is a carpet of flowery knolls
Studded with poppies and daisies of white
Flowers aglow in the loitering light—

Oh could I tarry, and oh could I stay
Oh could I pair with this blossoming glade
Could I linger and lie under stretches of sky
I would linger and lie for an age

is it because of
of how beautiful
daylight reflects off
the leaves
or how the winds
makes the branches
dance,
i know i have
a life to create,
id just rather sit
here all day
and watch
it go by

It was Tuesday when I awoke, a cool 73 degrees.

It did not feel like summer.. only a temporary cold that stung when every other day has been arid as the desert.

The leaves showed the tiniest difference in color, a bit more yellow, scattered orange in a forest of vibrant green. And the smell of the bark was not as pleasant as it once was

When I grazed my hand on the black driveway while playing with my dear brother, my hand did not burn but instead it got scratched.

The water in the pond was just a bit colder, and the tides of the water were still. There was no breeze or moving force that usually created such intricate ripples.

It was beauty that had faded.

No one else really noticed it but I did. The sky was perfectly free of clouds but still the sun did not shine just as bright.

Smiles of the people on the sidewalk had gone, replaced by a stern expression that meant business. No one walked, it was now speed walking.

I touched the wrinkles on my hands, circled the ridges ingrained within my fingertips,

I felt the brown hairs on my arms and legs, how light they felt to the touch.

I gently poked my face and circled my eyes, breathing deeply for no reason other than chasing a feeling.

I remembered I had a routine and continued what little work needed to be done until day’s end.

Why did I feel today wasn’t real?

The next day, it was hot as ever, a burning 88 degrees, perfect for the pool. The smiles returned, and the brightness of the sun, and smell of the trees. I could not spot a single leaf of yellow or orange.

Then, I moved on with my day and forgot about my eyes, my skin, my hair and my face.

Like nothing ever happened.

Maybe nothing did happen, and I am overreacting.

i sat in the forest --
picking up leaves
and ripping them
in different ways,
different shapes
because everyone is different.

and they all break differently.

i picked a once green leaf
that was staring to brown
on the edges.

i ripped it
and it didn't break
slowly
like the others.

it just fell apart
in my hands.

but it made me look up at the
sunbeams
slipping between
the tall forest trees.

realising,
not everyone breaks slowly.

some people crumble and fall apart
all at once.

and that's okay.

i ultimately have decided to only make some very small tweaks to this just so it flows better. after reading and staring at this piece for  longer than i should have, i think it doesn't matter if i entirely missed the point i was trying to make. i think i got my feelings out and its okay that its a bit messy.

i sat in the forest --
picking up leaves
and ripping them
in different ways,
different shapes
because everyone is different.

and they all break differently.

i picked a once green leaf
that was staring to brown
on the edges.

i ripped it
and it didn't break
slowly
like the others.

it just fell apart
in my hands.

but it made me look up at the
sunbeams
slipping between
the tall forest trees.

realising,
not everyone breaks slowly.

some people crumble and fall apart
all at once.

and that's okay.

i think its okay to let your feelings out however you need. and thats a big thing of mine. letting our feelings out. i believe its something we should all encourage and do. we all crumble differently and you shouldn't be told to hide your true emotions. i reckon my thought process with this was all over the place, though the outcome ended up being better, even if i eventually decided to leave most of it as it was.

You arrived in my life like a summer’s rain,
Unexpected, unearned, but exactly what I needed.
A downpour filling the empty riverbeds of me,
Healing the cracked earth where love once tried to grow.
There I stood, arms wide open, letting you soak into my skin.
A feeling of unending, everlasting, love.

But the thing about rain,
It never asks where it is needed, it just falls.
I thought love was something to keep,
Something to hold in cupped hands…

I didn’t know it could be a season,
A passing storm that never stays.
Yet I thought, maybe,
Just maybe,
It was me.

The way my trees blew in the winds,
The way my roots stretched too far.
Were these the reasons that sent you drifting?
For your rain to fall on another land…

The thought of you still pains me,
The rain that once was still remains deep within the wells of me.
But as years pass on,
I still stand.
Greener than before,
Grateful for what once was,
Hopeful for another rain to fall

Autumn is calling...
It's the perfect time to take a leisurely stroll
through the forest,
breathe in the crisp air
and enjoy the magical views that autumn offers.
Under the canopy of shimmering yellow and red
where a symphony of trees plays a soothing melody,
if you listen carefully.

Take good care of trees,

they are an example of --


self-development.