Reid@YWP

Fall often 

Stains our world brown, 

Leaves the color 

Of an old ruddy gold, 

Their tips dry, 

Crinkling with the cold 

You say you want to see fall from my perspective, 
and I laugh, thinking of every maple tree 
I’ve leaned against, 
hands stained by apples split open, 
the cider I’ve spilled on my sleeves. 

I want to live life without flaws.  

More specifically, I want to live life without any regrets. 

When I was five, I used to look up to my sister. 

I still do. 

I lie down on the ground, looking up towards the eternal, the endless. 

My arm covers my eye, obscuring the natural beauty of man’s creations, 

allowing me to see the wonders 

Today I am just a man, 
In love with a girl. 

She has eyes that glimmer, 
Like emerald water. 

And she smells sweet, 
Like lemons and fruit. 

She loves eating pomegranate seeds,