Autumn, by Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Autumn

Autumn sneaks in

preceding dormancy

Leaves take on new beauty

with nothing left in them but a fall from grace

Individually insignificant

while masses burden

The colors give the illusion of burning out

but we really just fade away

(2012)

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Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight

Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on

My heart was paper  now folded six times over  to make it harder  to tear  I only hope that 