Trying to get back to the creative aspect of my writing. It’s still not quite right, but here goes…
the last day of September-
I had all but given up
It’s like the last few days of summer;
The heat hangs on,
but the smell is all wrong.
The scent of something new
Pushes its way through.
Those days when you still drive with the windows down –
Even when the nights get cold,
It never gets old
Wind in your hair, infinite and alive.
And you have to stay awake,
Ignoring the regrets and mistakes
Eventually, you give in and you let go
You embrace the fall;
and can’t wait to see the colors of it all
After a long painful winter,
Here you are –
bringing new life to what I thought was lost in the snow
It’s like the first few days of spring;
The new air makes you forget.
The harsh winter aches,
Every single fallen snowflake.
It feels so good, it must be true!
But spring can be cruel
with all her tricks
as spring and winter mix
Winter still has a story he hasn’t told
So there you are, alone in the cold
I think it’s only been 3 weeks but it feels like forever.
I stopped counting the days and I guess I’ve given up.
the flowers bloom
and you learn to trust the sun –
second to none.