Fall Poetry - Tumblr Posts

i always say winter or fall is my favorite but then i remember those early spring days when the air is cold but there's not a cloud in the sky. so maybe spring is my favorite. but then i remember swimming in the river with my best friends and having picnics in the park and i think maybe summer is my favorite. but then i remember the smell of new rain on decaying leaves and fall seems like my favorite too! and then i think about how quiet the world is when it snows and how every breath feels like waking up and all of a sudden winter is my favorite. isn't it a wonderful world we live in?

November

a sore throat and a fever

the birthdays of friends you no longer speak to

settling in to another type of life

improving your makeup skills

glitter glitter glitter

saddest lil show you ever did see

comfort soup and lengthy naps

hot chocolate from the sweetest love

a trip to see the land of those gone movie mad

smell. of cigs and a never idle nightclub turned mourner meeting

love is hard, but never loving? entertain not the thought

i've found somewhere new to be from

Autumn is a state of being

It is the sigh of the wind,

The smell of fresh, decaying things

Soaked in tears or

Forced down closer to Sheol

By our feet.

It is a raindrop

Falling so perfectly on your upturned face,

It slides down your cheek

Like a tear.

Autumn is laying in bed at night, lost.

It is crying out with your whole spirit

For warmth

For adventure

For something you can just barely touch.

Just out of sight.

Autumn is the slow decline of all things

The knowledge that we are getting older

And we haven't done

As much as we wanted to.

That our younger selves would be

Enamored

Or maybe

Disappointed.

Autumn is the slow decline of all things

So that something new

Can be born out of it.

Or something old can be born again--

A Phoenix red as falling leaves.

Autumn is a state of being.