One Endless Sky

Written 9/2010

The rain falls from the endless sky of blue,

Rain freezes and becomes cold white snow,

Flakes fall from high above and stick like glue,

In daylight you can see its shiny glow.

The stars are twinkling in the dark night sky,

The massive moon dappled on the ground,

Sunrise lights the day and makes you cry,

The sun filled with beauty; one big mound,

Fluffy clouds fill the blue open space,

Wind moves leaves on the ground below,

Looks like rain is going to ruin this perfect place

The quiet nothingness gone; no longer mellow,

The sky is now filled with an endless pink,

Staring at it really makes one think.

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Written 9/2010

She let me go right off the edge,

The wind blew sand right through my hair,

As if she pushed me off the ledge,

She left me with an evil stare.

Winter Follows Fall

Written 9/2010

Wet drops fall from the sky

Landing on branches, and hitting

Sideways on the glass window upstairs.

I can hear the drip drip of the water

Falling from the gutters, leaves

Rustling in the yard, in the wind.

What will happen once the leaves

Have all fallen, the ground covered

In maroons and golds of fall.

Fallen branches and white specks

Falling from the cold air, the start

Of a new season, the start of winter coats

And heavy boots, the start of Winter.

The Professor in the Fall

Written 9/7/10

The rake scrapes the cement and scoops

up the red and yellow leaves,

with a clank on the ground.

Wool pants seem like the perfect choice

because it’s windy, but when you go inside

the school building, you feel

the sweat bead on your skin.

The irritating black gnats that land

on your shirt while walking outside,

you hit your shirt, leaving a black smear.

Withered grapes in the dry fields,

that make for no good taste

in an alchoholic wine.

You turn the television on

And slump down onto the couch

To find

--the new nothingness of fall.

I Don't Know

Written August 2010

I don't know how i should ask,

Or what i should act like,

Or where it should be.

I don't know how you'll be feeling,

Or if you'll be ready,

Or if you'll need time.

I don'r know if love is enough,

If this will last,

Or if it's meant to be.

I don't know if i should ask,

Maybe I won't, Maybe I will.

I don't know.

Winter Has Begun

Written 9/2/2010

The first snowfall comes down upon the cold ground:

white flakes hitting the ground and making a thin white layer on the concrete.

Think of the smell of winter, the cinnamon in the hot apple cider,

the mittens on children running around building snowmen.

Imagine the sleigh rides you can take at the winter carnival,

the ice sculptures perfect and frozen as you walk by enjoying the art of them.

Even the rosy pink cheeks of people walking by gives you a smile on your face,

their heads poking out of their puffy coats and thick winter hats.

The cars stuck in the mounds of snow that cover them after a storm,

the tire tracks left in the parking lots after snow has fallen,

the sound that the snow makes as it crinkles under your boot

when your walking, the feeling of the flakes as they fall on your face

as you look at the sky, white clouds, frozen water, falling

right before your eyes.

Living Lilac

Written 8/28/10:

The sun shines

on the light color purple

as the lilacs move with the wind.

What does it mean to be a lilac?

to be recognized by your color,

the vast purple, and the smell,

so familiar and yet so

beautiful and sweet.

To live peacefully,

only to be gawked at, taken away,

to grow and die, to come back

when the weather is nice,

to sleep away the winters.

The smell of sweetness,

flash our pretty purple color

to the Bees,

and then to disappear.