wildcat

wildcat

VT

16 years old

Posts

  • By wildcat

    The coming of autumn

    I woke up one morning
    to crisp air and leaves
    the color of sunsets, 
    shades of red, yellow, and orange, 
    standing out against summer's last breath, 
    hues of green blending with autumn's sparks,

  • By wildcat

    Sunsets


    Sunsets

    Are they a glorious display of fiery colors, a palette of wonders? 

    Are they the end of a day, the end of a life? 

    Or do they simply show the changes of the world and it's light? 

  • By wildcat

    Just the Wind


    When lying in your bed one night, 
    outside, you heard the howls, 
    and the shrieks, 
    and the whispers, 
    and so scared you were, 
    that you walked on down, 
  • By wildcat

    The Poem of the Night

    The stars were above us,
    the soft earth below, and the fireflies, flitting to and fro',
    as we sang our song, traipsing through the woods, 
    casting shadows, long and low, 
    in the moonlight, like a blanket,
  • By wildcat

    The Forest Has Been Here

    The Forest has always been here.
    It was here as the native people of this land came,
    foraging, hunting, taking only what they needed.
    Here when the Europeans came,
    bringing hate, devastation, destruction.

Loves

  • An Eclipse

    She,

    She had dark black hair that crossed her face.

    He,

    He had honey-blonde hair that creased his ears.

    She,

    She didn’t have the grades she should.

    He,

    He had too many books to fit his room.

    She,

  • The Snow Falls

    No school today,

    For the first time since December

    It's been five months,

    Almost half a year,

    Yet the snow falls,

    We ripped March off the calendar

    Yet the snow falls,

    The snow melted in February,

  • Medicine

    The wood is lush and dappled with light, 

    the first April flowers poking out of the ground, snow

    melting under my bare feet. 

    The ache of you digs into my chest like a sharpened blade,

  • Counting to 17

    When I turned 17, it was synonymous with the beginning of the end. 

    It felt like landing in the jaws of a 

    hungry, 

    hungry wolf 

    that would maul me to pieces.