Autumn, trees blaze with brilliant colors, the air is crisp, the world dances naked and wild in the wind until snow dresses each branch and limb in trillions of diamonds.
Fall decay, death, withering, green shriveling away into the ominous silence of bleak winter.
Autumn brought gifts of Halloween, chocolate, costumes, childhood, my mother keeping the car warm as I knocked on neighbors doors who handed out homemade caramel apples and for one night the world filled up with magic and sorcery.
I was fourteen it was October fourth when Fall showed its true face. My father in a haze of pain and insanity, did something horrific, something that would haunt us both until his death, leaving me sole heir of the memory.
At sixteen autumn dug a deep well of first love. He was cigarettes and spice, tender and nice. Then fall returned in January he was taken, caged and changed into someone I no longer recognized.
New year's eve brought Art into my life. He sang in a cafe to a solo guitar. I danced as he played, the world melted away. Four years later February's icy hand cut short his life. Now when I hear a solo guitar and voice on stage I hold back tears and dance until my heart breaks.
I've seen Autumn once since then, her golden glow a warm caress, but it is Fall I know best.
Tears fall like leaves, my soul withers in the cold, and joy is buried in a grave of snow.
Fall decay, death, withering, green shriveling away into the ominous silence of bleak winter.
Autumn brought gifts of Halloween, chocolate, costumes, childhood, my mother keeping the car warm as I knocked on neighbors doors who handed out homemade caramel apples and for one night the world filled up with magic and sorcery.
I was fourteen it was October fourth when Fall showed its true face. My father in a haze of pain and insanity, did something horrific, something that would haunt us both until his death, leaving me sole heir of the memory.
At sixteen autumn dug a deep well of first love. He was cigarettes and spice, tender and nice. Then fall returned in January he was taken, caged and changed into someone I no longer recognized.
New year's eve brought Art into my life. He sang in a cafe to a solo guitar. I danced as he played, the world melted away. Four years later February's icy hand cut short his life. Now when I hear a solo guitar and voice on stage I hold back tears and dance until my heart breaks.
I've seen Autumn once since then, her golden glow a warm caress, but it is Fall I know best.
Tears fall like leaves, my soul withers in the cold, and joy is buried in a grave of snow.
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