Geri

The wind says 
come. 
Let me brush the leaves off your shoulder 
and have them f l u t t e r in the breeze.  

Let me beautify 
your decay 
and send your colors
spinning 

I. January - i would be bitter too, if i was always forgotten. i would be closed off and cold, fix my icy gaze upon anyone who dared to spite me. i wouldn't like myself. wouldn’t like always being forgotten. always being upstaged.

I felt ethereal yesterday. Not today. But yesterday 
I felt, 
ethereal. 
As I traversed down the gray highway with an ever changing sky. 
The clouds were blue lavender smoke, 

This is a fragile moment. 

Everything is changing colors. 
The pavement on my street is 
blackened 
The remnants of rain giving an oily sheen. 

Walls darken 

My personal library would be tucked away on the side of the house. It would take some effort to get there with many twists and turns. Up and down staircases past hallways and hidden doors and all of a sudden, you’d be there.