A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
I’ve come outside to play.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves glitter red
Until the day turns dark.
I’m safe in my bed,
A red swirl in the park.
Rain pelts the park.
The wind cackles.
I flee in the dark
On raised hackles.
The path is gone.
Night has come too soon.
The path is gone.
Lost in the full moon.
SLEEP FOR THE WEARY
The sun peeks through
a canopy of trees.
A blanket of color
protects me with leaves.
I’m sheltered with
soft petals of pink.
Like velvet sheets
splattered with ink.
A bed in the petals
offers rest for the weary.
I give a sigh of contentment
as my eyes grow teary.
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.
Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke
An oasis for me
Under a purple tree.
Leaves fan my tired face
Far from the human race.
The view takes me away
Where the happy can play.
I close my heavy eyes
To shut out mankind’s lies.
Light squeezes between the leaves.
Eyes to the sky serve me best.
Rays cast hot fingers on me.
Sun has passed its daily test.
The circle widens and deepens.
A place to while away the day.
I keep to its rounded corners.
A place I’ve come to love and pray.
THE TREE
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules, we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with me in its deep shade.
Through the fallen leaves we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads
As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.
Source:sadgirlsonly
The river bleeds pink.
Low-hanging trees
drip the rich color.
Falling leaves
leave pink trails.
Childlike strokes
fingerpaint the river.
A river of neon pink.
