AutumnIt's starts with the scent of baked goods.Autumn by Patrikia-Bear
Pies, cookies, breads, large meals that bring
Warmth to even the coldest of souls.
Then followed by the sights of
Red, Orange, Brown, the bleakness of
A neighborhood preparing for winter.
The crunch of the leaves beneath my feet and bike wheels
Heighten my ears to hear music in everything around me.
Nature seems to be preparing itself for a final chorus
Before the cold winter silences everything.
I wear warm jackets to protect my skin
Against the cold and drying effects that
A winter in a desert can bring.
All these signs show a foreboding and gloomy outlook for many.
For me, it excites.
I am excited for the late night staying up, immersing myself in writing
That seems to activate only when autumn has hit.
And when do I know it has hit?
When I lose myself in my thoughts
Of you and me
Huddling closer, for warmth
Even though I know it will never happen.
Normally, the above prospect would make me
.you are a walking. by oaklungs
coffin; there are sentences
buried alive inside you, all the
things you could not say
and they will fester there
like maggots, eat you from
the inside out