Let the leaves change colors & fall.
Shades of orange, yellow, & red.
Autumn, the best season of all.
Take care when your head hits the bed.
The Dead descend; our town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
AUTUMN
fall
OCTOBER
October arrives on hesitant feet
after September bows in defeat.
October holds its head high
until it must wave goodbye.
The crowning glory is Halloween,
the best time to party and be seen.
October soon leaves on dragging feet
as November arranges its defeat.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
Let the leaves change colors & fall.
Shades of orange, yellow, & red.
Autumn, the best season of all.
Take care when you head hits the bed.
The Dead descend; our town will fall.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
HAPPY FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN
Happy first day of fall from
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Let the leaves change colors and fall.
Shades of orange, red, and yellow.
Autumn, the best season of all.
SKIN AND BONES
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Skin and bones.
That’s what we are.
Easy to break.
Easy to fall.
Don’t crumble.
Keep strong.
Keep fit.
In mind,
body,
and soul.
I WILL SURVIVE
Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.
Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.
Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
I hold my head high
Above water.
I will survive.
IT’S THE SEASON
IT’S THE SEASON
The petals fall fast and furious.
The bare trees watch the fallen.
Limbs shivering in the coming cold.
Pink tears of surrender coat the ground.
As seasons come and go.
Yearning for their lost children.
They lift scraggly arms to the sky.
Prayers will soon be answered,
As seasons come and go.
Coats of white land on their branches.
Night falling all too soon.
Shivers dislodge the packed ice.
Leaving them bare once again.
They lift weary eyes to the sky.
As seasons come and go.
A warm wind caresses their arms.
Eyes open to sprouting buds.
Green and pink sweaters for spring.
Their children have returned.
As seasons come and go.
SKIN AND BONES
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Skin and bones.
That’s all we are.
Easy to break.
Easy to fall.
Don’t fall apart.
Keep strong.
Keep fit.
In mind,
Body,
And soul.
THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER
The epic battle of the seasons.
Old Man Winter
erase all signs of Fall.
Snow covers the ground.
Tree limbs hang low dripping white.
Fall holds her branches
close to her body.
Some have already fallen.
The lone casualties of war.
The battle rages on.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old Man Winter.
She has no choice.
She puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
She bows her head.
LIFE
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Light and dark.
Our souls.
Our feelings.
Alternating.
Soaring to highs.
Falling to lows.
Heights.
Depths.
Life.
