Like the dying of the leaves
Im withering away
wandering aimlessly
floating down
just trying to ..live life
I suppose
I don't want to wake up
let me sleep..hibernate
just for the season
Out my window
the sun is still shining, the breeze is cool
chilling and calming
dead sound
Leaves dying...slowing letting go
and falling to the ground
I envy their strength
to just let go
Perhaps fall is my permanent season
Spring offers too much..hope
for brighter days
but with fall
you can sense the smell of winter
you know that the sun isn't shining brighter
its only growing darker
I am used to that feeling
when everything seems beautiful...
but ready to just
fall.
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