A Walk Through Fall
The crunch of the golden leaves beneath my feet, the scurries of the frightened, forest creatures.
I wander and ponder in hopes of clearing these hazing thoughts.
I, dead as the leaves and as frightened as the creatures.
I walk through the fall, for I feel a connection with the dying season.
I am weak, like the decaying branches of the dying trees that surround me.
And it only gets worse.
Soon my life will become snowy and cold. My ice cold heart.
But there are thoughts of warmth around the corner.
Life peeks around.
A life with blossomed flowers, a life with joyful cries of the hummingbirds.
And now I know, no matter how much I fall, and how cold I become.
There is always a warmth around the corner of this walk through fall.