I couldn’t breathe under the tangled branches
The rain didn’t help and the sky had
fragmented
I closed my eyes to the earth for my lungs to
betray me
I gasped in the air and choked on your needles
Your ancient wood thrives on life-giving-sap,
But my skin dries and cracks, my world had
turned black
Your ground hit my fall but you ignored my
fear
The warmth of your world is so far, yet so
near
As your branches withdraw from the edge of our
summer
I hope you’ll think of me still, think of me
there
I feel the dark swirling silence chilling my
skin
I don’t know how long we have left or when the
light will begin
Absorbed by your land and torn by your hands,
We move further apart from each other again
I would love
to know what your favourite poems are about Autumn, mine are :
by Jean Starr Untermeyer
by William Shakespeare
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