Cycles of Change (a poem)

Cycles of Change

Written September 17th, 2011

We continue to spin around this star

Time rolls on

And makes us who we are

There’s this chill settling in the air

Reaching in to embrace my bones

And a whimsical breeze tosses my hair

As it whispers cold sinister secrets

There are crows dancing in our streets

And the ones who regret their lives

Look on with wide eyes of fear

They aren’t ready to die, not now, not here

There are crystals in my lungs

As I inhale the glass in the air

A layer of frost prickles my tongue

Everything is changing again

The trees are weary from a long year

With a heavy, grateful sigh

They turn to fire

Retreat within themselves and disappear

The night waits to kill the sun

If you watch it creep in, it takes forever

But as soon as you blink

You open your eyes to find the darkness has won

The warm hearthstones invite

Tempting like forbidden fruit

Soft flames chase away the seeping cold of midnight

The darkened stove waits to be brought to life

The children laugh and spin around

In the falling cascade of spiraling leaves

Within their fists candy can be found

And there are pumpkins blooming in their smiles

There’s a cryptic feeling in my heart

A misty nostalgia in my mind

I sense that something’s about to start

As I drift; detached from gravity

We continue to spin around this star

Time rolls on

And makes us who we are

Everything is changing again.

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I got this weird, almost nostalgic feeling the other day when I was outside in the chill air. That kind of chill you feel in your bones that tells you fall is here. This is my attempt to describe it in poetic form. It's a little morbid... but I like how it turned out. It kind of relates the changing of seasons to life. What do you think?