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The trees are burning
Like fires on the hills
And the ground is
Covered in sparks
The air brings a chill
As the plants all lay still
And the night brings a frost
That brands winter's marks
Now the days of summer
Are passed and gone
And the warmth
Won't last for long
It's just the passing of season
Obeying nature's own reason
That we'll be here again
Once springs at an end
Well the nights are long
And the days are old
It's the moon that's
The sun tonight
The leaves are an ocean
And the waters are frozen
As autumn fades until
It's gone from our sight
Like fires on the hills
And the ground is
Covered in sparks
The air brings a chill
As the plants all lay still
And the night brings a frost
That brands winter's marks
Now the days of summer
Are passed and gone
And the warmth
Won't last for long
It's just the passing of season
Obeying nature's own reason
That we'll be here again
Once springs at an end
Well the nights are long
And the days are old
It's the moon that's
The sun tonight
The leaves are an ocean
And the waters are frozen
As autumn fades until
It's gone from our sight
Literature
Piano
She learned to play her piano
When she was just but three -
Her songs were light, inspiring,
And always full of glee.
She lost a key when she was six,
Another’s she ‘came 8,
But never played them, anyway:
They were a kind of weight.
So she thought not upon them,
And instead, she let them go.
No need to have them take up space
For songs she didn’t know.
Her songs became more beautiful,
As she did, at fifteen,
But there came errors: body changed,
Mind same - she, caught between.
The boyfriend she picked was her first;
To him, she was his four.
And when he left, she was bereft -
3 more keys met the floor.
The songs she pla
Literature
Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
Literature
Concrete and Glass Minutes
this heavy wait
pounds out the minutes
of falling buildings
the last minutes
concrete and glass minutes
papers, broken conduit
seconds of spark
fire, smoke wells
and up
a horizon thrusts
the unforgivingly
hard floor
of its collection
a human wind gathers
having escaped lungs
too quickly
to smell like fear
instead, it smells
more like why, or what
and it tastes impossible
like unstirred ingredients
powdered blood, ground rebar
half-digested tile
teeth bitten through
love trapped in words
that never made it out
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Very, very fitting, although not quite so much for where I live!