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,
soon to grow to a blazing inferno, 
a flame,
one of nature's many works of art, 
not permanent, 
but temporary, 
though sure to come back once more, 
and there is just something in the air, 
a sensation of renewal, 
a new beginning, 
that lets me know
that things may change, 
but like the slow metamorphosis of the seasons, 
change can and will bring new opportunities, 
oppurtunities to show the world your strengths, 
and to find where you fit in,
in this changing beauty that is our Earth.


 

wildcat

VT

16 years old

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  • Momentary

    To be young is to feel the grass growing beneath your feet

    And wander through the woods aimlessly

    To see the little, quiet things unnoticed by all else

    And say,

    I saw something beautiful today.

  • Flurry

    My heart breaks

    For every snowflake

    That twirls down,

    Solitary

    Amongst a gray sky

    It looks lonely, you see

    Not as if I don’t know how that feels.

  • Fallen Tree

    A tree is downed in the forest

    It appears as a skeletal hand resting upon the snow covered floor

    Brown beneath, like ivory rotting away as it ages 

    And pure white on top, bone bleached by the sun.