I have come to realize that I am Autumn. My best foot forward is a golden leap. Every fiber of my twisted being is twisted that much more beautifully. My war torn heart is a canvas painted by harvest moonlight, dressed in autumnal hues-rich reds and beautiful browns; my passion surpasses all capacity. I will love you more deeply in the fall than ever I could in Winter or Spring. Like leaves falling my guard is down, I am ready to surrender without a fight. I am the breeze you have been waiting your entire summer for. Quickly! For, I am changing with the seasons.
I wrote this poem on my other blog, but it belongs here :0)
For several days I had searched for it-vainly.
Desperately. Without let up.
Dejected, I set out for the waters edge. You know the place-where the lone rock stands in the quiet sea.
Pressed against the granite- I found it-shivering and cold. Shaken.
Gently, I scooped it up, my heart, and held it close to its cage.
With a whimper it climbed in and cried “no more.”
I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul
But nothing would change, nothing would change at all
It’s just a day that brings it all about
Just another day, nothing’s any good