I yearn to walk between their legs.
Sentries held firm by giant pegs.
By their rules, we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets they must hide.
Come walk with me in their dark shade.
Through the fallen leaves, we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads.
Come with me to our leafy beds.
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 as giant pegs.
By its rules, we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with me in its dark shade.
Through the fallen leaves, we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads
As we fall asleep on our leafy beds.
Source: fall-spirit
Let the leaves fall where they may
upon tombstones built to stay.
On these stones, the residents pound
as fall colors litter the ground.
No one is free to leave.
To this earth, they must cleave.
I stroll through the fallen leaves,
a translucent green beneath my feet.
Red branches bring me shade,
protecting me from the harsh sun.
I walk alone through the silent forest,
no one to bring me pain or sorrow.
Alone is what I desire most
as I follow my path so narrow.
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 dark shade.
Through the fallen leaves we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads
As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.
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
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.
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.
SUSANNE LEIST 