Lost Letters

A Diffrent Day

I lay on my patio
A light refreshing smokiness
Drafts over my eyes and nose

Not enough to squint
Not enough to scowl
But enough to taste

The light chirp of a robin
the subtle shake of the green trees
Suggests to leave soon

Though lush, the trees hide
In plane sight they yield
dead and baron parts above

They glow as the sun fades
Cooler and cooler
Farther and farther
The chirps die down

Nothing is heard but
the swoosh of fleeing Agela
The creaking of a swaying hammock

Though calm I am frightened
As I always am this day
But today is one of uniqueness

There be but one bird left
Though I can't see it
I hear it crow above you

The clouds move away
to make room for a sheet of grey
Softly without rhythm cold spreads

A dot here
A sting there
Faster and faster
Warmth escapes me

I do wish you hurried
The smoke now a thick sent
The trees are getting antsy

I hear an owls hoot
Just one single call
A sign you should be coming

Maybe you want to stay
Linger a little longer
I know how you feel

The insects fly past me
Even they know
Of the wind's calling

Towering over me
Now is the silhouette
of leaves and branches

Back-splashed to an awe-inspiring hue
of violet and indigo paints
Washing out the oranges and pinks

Yet, you lay still
Nestled in the grass
Def to the birdies call

Though the scenery has assuaged me
I believe if I leave my place
You will leave too

Although I know
You have already left
As you did years before
Leaving me in the place I now sit

~A. Dreams