sunday morning autumn
a squirrel runs alone the
faded wooden fence hopping
on the tree covered
in yellow leaves
it's fascinating how
some leaves have
completely turned while
other trees hold on to
the last reminder of
summer the small
creature jumps from
the yellow full tree
to the all green one
looks as though he's
trying to hold onto
the warm weather as
well but the weather
has turned there's
a crisp in the morning
air my favorite time
of the year is in
full force pumpkin
spice flavored products
are everywhere trying
to enjoy this perfect
weather before it's
covered in snow
goes way too fast
the moon is my sun
feathers are
freedom
my sister is my
spirit
lovers are lost
this life is a
short dream
set in the hell that is heaven
set in the hell that is heaven
how the lake
mirrors the morning
sky, all pink orange and
blue, filled with clouds
and the trees reflect
in the water how
fish jump coming up for
air like humans when we
swim. hearing the loons
talk to each other
putting my feet in the warm
morning water not
yet polluted by human
activity never being
able to capture it
perfectly in a photo
the smell or nature
pure and fresh
everything will be okay
be thankful for every moment
you're not
supposed to
know where you're
going
enjoy the road,
don't
focus on the
destination
you'll miss the
moments
that
actually mattered
your mind is a powerful thing
you can either let it control you
or inspire you to create a life
you
never though was possible
driving into the
city
early morning
people crossing
the street
starbucks in hand
characters with
different
stories on
different roads
trying to make it
in the
world not knowing
the whats ahead
the unknown
warm afternoon breeze
runs through my hair
sitting on the stairs
watching young girls enjoy
the remains of their childhood
"they're young" I think
not knowing their road ahead
leaves moved by the breeze
bees flying near my feet
she wanted
in her
life
but what she
thought she
wanted is not
what she
truly
needed
high pitch noise
ringing my ears
constantly on
never goes off
says the old man
he's lived through
so much
he's been through
hell
the only constant
in his life
is hearing his
own scream
in his ears
ringing like a
church bell on
sunday annoying
everyone but
he's the only
one hearing
dark evening
mountains
pink clouds in
the sky
headlights shine
ahead
thursday
night traffic
brown pup with gold eyes
sleeping near the end
of the bed late at
night the only sound
is the fan blocking
out the silence of the
november night
sun glares
through
the glass window
shining on the
crazy craved
pumpkins
giving them a
spotlight on this
spooky night the
candy is out
pumpkins are
carved
children will
dress
up as ghosts
princesses and
cowboys
knock on random
houses
hoping the kind
strangers will
hand
them a treat
and
not a trick
not a trick
she didn't realize
what she dreamed
for her life was
never meant to be
realizing this truth
she thought that
most dreams in her
head were never meant
to be apart of her
reality because then
she wouldn't dream
anymore and she
would sleep with
nothing in her head
little boy
doesn't
realize how his
actions affect
other
people he says he
doesn't care but
the truth is he
does
he puts up a
thick
wall that only
those
close to him
and
all adults can
see
right through
right through
snow is falling outside
music is playing in the
background tea helps her
throat morning in november
the little moments in the
mountains no one speaks
she just listens
relaxation at it's best
sickness and pain
want to bring her down
but moments like this
are the moments she
lives for
we were young
wild
crazy one action
changed my entire
life and you're
no
where to
be found
she was bigger
than most but
really she was
smaller than
life itself
paradise is a
place
where people
dream to be but
very little
actually
get there
birds sing in spring morning
buds are growing
colors come into view
the earth is coming alive again
all is right
