The leaves on the trees have failed to fall completely. Their crackling, made apparent by the wind, slithers and retreats, hoping only to escape the white of clear crystals falling from the sky. The ground beneath, soft as a pillow,…
The leaves on the trees have failed to fall completely. Their crackling, made apparent by the wind, slithers and retreats, hoping only to escape the white of clear crystals falling from the sky. The ground beneath, soft as a pillow,…
It’s collapsing; the pressure– the weight under my feet. It’s crisp and crackles, pressing solid to liquid, both frozen and cold. Never much of a poet, I hear literature in the leaves. The wind dances toward their death– their structure…
I’ve finally arrived. The bottom is so much closer, and with out much to climb, I fear I’ll remain here. It’s dark, and I’m nervous. My body is twitching, my mind is racing, but I’m awake. Twenty-five years old, a…
Feeling a light nudge against my cheek, I turn from one side to another. Half awake, lying on the couch, again I feel a nudge at my neck. Only at this point it’s wet, chilled from the lackluster thermostat dimly…
It’s been a weekend best forgotten, though it will sit stagnant with me for some time. I awoke each day, only to bury myself again. I’m glad it’s nearly over. Driving alongside the edge of the road, the trees become inviting.