On this horizonI have heard of a horizonwhere the violet sky reaches to the rivers, and the owl's callsways with the winds.The forest whistles as it exhales, andthe pebbles pit-patas they tumble into the soils. The water sings like a lullaby,laced with bubbles floating from under the rocks,and the scent of the wildflowerstickles the breeze to sweepover the fields,caressing their faces until sunrise.I wandered along these wildflower fields, but thistles gripped my thighsand nettles nicked my neck.I ran to the rolling streamsbut rapids met my rubber boots,spitting at me withsplashes of silt,decaying in the river's d
Lady AutumnDressed in robes of warm crimson,golden trim down the sides,she had eyes of liquid amber,and bronze skin that gleamed in the sunshine.I noticed her lips, stained deep as red wine, and her long scarlet braids.Even her fragrance:candied apples, wood smoke,maybe a hint of orange rind.The wind chilled as she traveled, leaves twirled and fellto her will,and my cheeks blushed redas her presencegrazed the window sill; I thought of flaming red hearths andfreshly baked bread, reminding me of a girlI once knew,her smile twinkling in my head.
EnticementThe ground singes my kneesas snow dances over your glassy remains. You did not wait,I mutter to the broken figurebleeding into the crevices of the concrete.You tumbled through the air,an acrobat with no partner to clasp your outstretched hands as you fell, the tips of your fingers,frostbitten and frantic,sparkling in the rays of dawn.You did not wait,and now this bitter wasteland,with its glinting eyes, sits back and collects its prize.
OxygenHave you ever feltthat all the air around you vanished,leaving you in panicked gasps as though anencasement of oxygen supportingthe feebleness of your life suddenlydisappeared.You're lost, when you can't breathe. So basic a function,we simply expect it tosatisfy our primal craving as it floatsharmlesslythrough the atmosphere.Until the air thins,has had enough of your selfish demands.You cannot speak, knowing that your precious air hasslipped away from you like a silk handkerchiefsnatched from a lover's grasp.Your lungs scream in agony."Breathe! BREATHE!" They say.But it's your own damn fault.Just su