the gusty november wind
encases me in cold,
and the familiar chill in my bones
brings me comfort and tranquility
that the summer couldn't.
my breath dances through the air
and vanishes in front of my very eyes.
autumn is here, and the changes
in scenery become more apparent
as each day inevitably passes.
the leaves change colour,
the once vibrant green
turns various hues of
red, orange, and brown, dying yet again;
a devastatingly beautiful sight to see.
my favourite tree sits
yards from my home, and
loses leaves faster than will grow back;
and the beauty within its death
is haunting and consolatory all at once.
as the tree dies more each fall,
i think about how full of life it used to be.
it makes me think of my childlike self;
as time passes, pieces of me
die with the tree.
my first poem of the new year. a little dated, but who cares ? i hope everyone's new year brings good things. <3
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
