When the air is crisp,
with a chilly breeze,
fall puts a spell on me.
The leaves fall in a wisp,
as an artist weaves-
a portrait of the fiery sea.
Though, it’s not February,
love seeps through the air.
For all things spooky, and scary,
as we celebrate autumn without a care.
Bats fly above ours heads, as night-
falls, casting the stars a glow.
They are the land’s spooky light,
as we enjoy our time before the snow.
Posted in response to the challenge Fall: Writing.
Losing someone you love,
hollows out a part of you.
One day, you have them,
and the next,
you’ll never see them again.
The realization stings,
worse than the sun's engulfing hug.
When the chaos of the day
gets washed away
and the serenity of night descends,
I begin to wonder, as the stars ascend.
Trying to put puzzle pieces together
When only the stars shine,
the winds’ whispered rhyme-
echos across the land.
As the sea longs for the moon.
The magnetic pull-
Weaves their fates together.
Intertwining them for eternity.
Comments
I am READY for spooky season
Same!! I cannot wait until it’s ‘officially’ spooky season!
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