Writer1326

if life is but a dream for the dead

may you visit us during autumn, the eldest of the seasons

letting your fragile bones be exposed to the crisp air of october

letting your fingertips run over the bars of the cemetery gates

We reach for the sunlight,

as it

leaves us shadows

of the mountains

in the meadows. 

We look for 

the milkweed,

Autumn is upon us, the season of change!

Soon the trees shall burn,

and the colors echo in the hearts of the valley.

And the river, endless winding thing,

is slowly turning icy cold.

As The  Days Grow Shorter 

As days grow shorter and the world grows still, 

Autumn's magic works its tranquil skill

A season of reflection, change, and grace, 

I got my first grade today

it was a 37/40

I was disappointed in myself

I should've gotten 40/40

I got my second grade today

I got a 95/100

what is wrong with me?