Autumn, by Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Autumn

Autumn sneaks in

preceding dormancy

Leaves take on new beauty

with nothing left in them but a fall from grace

Individually insignificant

while masses burden

The colors give the illusion of burning out

but we really just fade away

(2012)

#Autumn #DeathLife

It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me

I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well

I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer

The pen must be  mightier than the sword  For there is nothing that  will spill your guts faster  than a bit of ink that says 

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life

There is a girl and I love her and I have loved her since the beg… Or so it seems to me as I only became conscious

Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could

I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first