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)

#Autumn #DeathLife

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

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

I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

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

I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes

All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

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

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

There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze

I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days

I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin