October

For my group i thought Id participate in one of my own contests XP. of course just for fun though cuz i cant win my own thing....

The harvest moon, bright in the night.

Shines with a fire, a power, a strength.

incandescence burning  into the darkness

illuminating my dreams and shining away my tears.

Rough colored leaves coating the ground.

Rustle with a crinkle a crackle a crunch.

Encompassing the light with a force not of their own,

clearing my path and leading me to where I belong

Crispy cool air, burns at my nose

kills with a breath, a cry, a tear.

scraping away at the consciousness of my mind.

I'm losing my sight but this keeps me alive.

The autumn path that guides my life

burns with a passion, a tingle, and strife

Infuriating blows to the head wake me up

I'm sadly brought to reality when winter shows itself

Author's Note

For my group i thought Id participate in one of my own contests XP. of course just for fun though cuz i cant win my own thing....

Reviews

[Haifa]

One word.. Nice!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

The best of times..and..the worst of times.
I really enjoyed this poem!

[HopelesslyDevoted]

definitely one of those dream sequence poems, but these kind of poems are my favorite! simple gorgeous! love your writing!