ominouspoet

as I sit here – 
deep in the forest, bathed in shadow, 

watching the leaves fall, 
tell me, why does the earth end in such a pretty display? 

I holler to the trees, 
they answer with a rustle 

here I sit-
bathed in darkness
trapped beyond reach of the sun

I do not touch the poor creatures they cast into my darkness
flesh does not satiate me
so I chew on my rage

Autumn! She's here at last, sweeping about the earth in a whirlwind of color.
Now turn the days to cool, and the nights to cold!

At last, school is over. Finally I am released by these awful white walls and artificial light.

it's here – prepared or not, the time has come. 
we are scared, frightened beyond belief 

here is the day when we must go, 
must take our undergrown wings and fly. 

this summer holds many adventures waiting:

graduation
next week I leave this school behind

the begining of an end

ice cream and treats with friends
playing with the neighborhood dogs