Song of Autumn

Questions for the sky

Where is the abysmal nothingness snow returns to as soon as my glove meets its touch?

Why on the day I stood near the majestic icy waterfall did I not acknowledge the cold?

When did the surrounding trees that are as great as giants start off miniscule?

Who was the deer watching through its fear-filled eyes? (Was it me?)

What did you say to me when I refused to leave the forest?

How have I never seen the true brightness that only stars can whisper to the moon?

These questions would not have existed if I had not removed myself from civilisation. I wish I had known this sooner.

My inspiration for this poem is that my class and I took a field trip to Yosemite for a week and it was one of the most life-changing experiences.