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.
The coming of autumn
More by wildcat
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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.
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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.
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Small Things
I’ve started looking forward to the little things a little more
Than I look forward to next year
Because it feels like next year is uncertain.
I’m excited to eat peanut butter toast in the car before skiing,
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