Poems

Autumn

Autumn

by: Clara Cecilia Cordero

                                                                                 January 12, 2014

Autumn feels lonely cold breeze against my skin.

Ungloved holding hands.

The pleasant sound of drying leaves underneath my feet.

Walking backwards upfront the end into the future.

The smell of hot chocolate in front a fire.

Waiting silently for the first snowflake to fall.

To finish all beauty.

 Feels like a heartbreak on middle school, a failure on a test.

Captivating colors that hide the haunting dreams of an injured player.

Finding strength to say goodbye to what once was home.

Holding inside.

Bottling inside, all of me.

Light make-up to hide the darkness inside.

Cozy nights under the ranging stars.

Powering fire under the open skies.

To see what we watch,

fly away in growing pride on slow motion.

Like rapid dreams of what I want.

A new beginning,

of the final end,

to an endless middle

at a story still on a waiting

for it to be written.

The end of life

the start of a rage.

Another medal to hand.

A trophy to show

unfinished house work;

mud on the roads

closing eyes

Drifting to a pleasant night under the perfect cozy night of another welcoming Autumn.