The Unknown Part Of My Life

Silent Death

"That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain. . . ."

- Ray Bradbury, The October Country.

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It has finally come,

The season of sun and life has come to an end,

And the dove grey clouds arrived,

The morning air becomes crisp,

The beautiful time of death,

You probably never considered it beautiful,

but you too will be able to see it,

once your eyes will open to a new light.

With my black robe dragging behind me as i walked,

the old familiar path,

i, the Goddess of Death,

silently marching in the lifeless Woods,

feeling home again, after all the loss and pain.

As raindrops brushed against the bare tree branches,

and dead brown leaves fell around me on the wet ground,

a golden hue, resting on October's trees

a cold wind brushed through my dark hair,

the sky slowly turning a darker shade of gray,

and silver liquid made its way to the soft soil,

the pure sweet scent of marshmallow and pumpkin filled the gloomy atmosphere, somewhat making it less gloomy.

I feel the essence of an ancient tree roll into my arms,

I feel the memories of a sunflower fade into mine,

All the amazing things that a tiny life form could see.

It's a magical time,

the most magical of them all,

chilly days, chillier nights,

the gentle sound of rain,

muffled by the window's glass,

they hope i look at them, the way i stare at a dying forest,

i, observed the confusion radiating from their eyes,

but they are blind,

blind to see the beauty in the death and sadness,

I have never seen such beauty in decay,

but then again,

I'm not a monster that enjoys agony,

i, am the Goddess of Death,

i enjoy it,

not because of the sorrow it brings,

but because i know what the splendid reborn looks like,

the reborn of a wildflower, of an old soul,

the reborn of a lifetime, of a lost spirit,

the warmth will come, slowly, but surely,

and until then,

coffee and sweaters,

socks and blankets,

a nice book and a seat beside a window,

the best way to observe the circle of life and death,

but you never took the time to appreciate the silent death...

However, I do admit,

I only have eyes for autumn leaves.