Autumn

I look down at covered feet

Pink sheaths of rubber

Protect from merry splashes

 

I look up at shedding trees

Their dead skin

Litters mushy ground

 

I look straight at dragon breath

Formed in chilly air

Reveling in new found power

 

I look around at beauty in death

Knowing life succeeds

I look around at peace

 

 

 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741