wildcat

and i remember i was really proud of it.
hung it up on my wall and everything when it made the newspaper.
a year ago today, i took the grey-brown frown of november
and molded it into metaphors with my own two hands. looking

Our hearts are a phoenix.

When they burn, they will return from the coals.

So when you're flaming, remember your hope

And when you're ashes, remember your wings.

We talk as the twilight turns to dark ash, 

sit out on the porch and catch fireflies in mason jars--

only for a second, then let them fly.

You tell me about friends I barely know, and I nod and smile at you,

"Like a diamond in the sk-"

in every child’s favorite season,

the scorching sun’s fiery tang

yields to the caress

of a zephyr’s gentle sway

my synesthetic realm

Fall.

Music for the eyes

A silent symphony

Of orange and red

Of yellow and brown

Releasing the land of its color in a million different ways

The tune is mesmerizing.