Apricot leaves fall to the ground as
Disfigured clouds cover the sun.
The air feels more grey than blue
Though trees remain fluorescent.
Squirrels scurry saving seeds.
Stealing from my mother’s sunflowers.
It was warmer in October when
An orange blanket covered the sky.
The moon was a pumpkin
Revealing it’s loneliness at midnight.
Schools of sweaters swarm the streets with
Rubber boots pounding puddles.
Umbrellas stretch across sidewalks
And frigid winds embrace my body.
My nose turned red.
This hazelnut latte warms my fingertips
As steam escapes to hug my face.
Why is it that
I can hear the ticking of the clock
From across the room?
When the clock is its own entity of time
I shouldn’t be able to hear its business.
Why is it that it’s duty affects me so?
Why does it spin in a circle?
To make me dizzy?
Under its compulsion
I’m driven insane.
By time that ticks
Saying “yes” is terrifying, because that means I’ve made a decision.
And making a decision is like signing a contract in black ink with a quail pen like in the 1800’s.
At least that’s what it feels like in my complicated brain/world/mind. <- see what I mean? There was no easy way of explaining that.
But I’ve said yes to creating this blog because I have so many ideas, poems and stories in my brain clawing it’s way out into the real world.
And I’ve decided to put them here because I believe they deserve to exist.
So welcome, and I hope life allows you to come back to visit my imagination. 😌