as I sit here on my stoop listening to the rustle of nature 

the winds sweep my hair to tickle my ears as if whispering sweet nothings in my ear  

The leaves are playfully dropping

wrestling to see who will reach the ground first

 

This holiday isn’t how it’s been before

I find I’m disappointed in my despair

The waves of moods

i need to look through the light and let it fill me so the darkness doesn’t consume me

12/26/18

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As I stare at the fire dark and hot

I think of all the things I’m not

Lost in thought

Wars with trees

Turned to ash

This is time that is soon to pass

Winters fade

Replaced by the heat

The cold has vanished

Swallowed by the sun

Nothing has ever felt so hot

This is what I thought

As I stared at the fire so dark and so hot