The Ending Beginning

The fall day.
Dead leaves.
Crisp air.
The way it rolls in and over hills.
The restful sleep before the storm.
Memories of hot summers slowly lurking away.
But always there to mingle, linger,
To haunt.
My heart on the searing pavement.
Slowly falling away with every yellow and white line.
But breathe in the sweet renewal lingers
In the sleepy wind.
I can taste it.
Morning dew.
Swifts right on in.
Purifying.
I can hear it.
Mourning howls and thralls.
Carry away.
Hopeless thoughts, hopeless dreaming.
So close.
Feel it on the fingertips
Gracing through the hair
Sensational
Filling up and all around spaces of physicality
Through the mind.
Clears the mind
Change of weather patterns
In a state of being
Inexplicable freedom, sweetness.
Leaving my heart on that searing pavement.
Far, far away.
Lines speeding by.
Worry traffic, emotionality miles away.
Only a mind of falling snow
Preoccupying all the unnecessary spaces
Every snowflake and kind
Wisdom, determination, rationality, forgiveness
Such a fall day!
The dead leaves just keep rolling and rolling away.
Sweet renewal.
By: Amara Van Orden

"When everything that ticked has stopped, And space stares, all around, Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, Repeal the beating ground."
- Emily Dickinson, Time and Eternity, LXXV

"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the
landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."
- Andrew Wyeth

"Lo! sweeten’d with the summer light, The full-juiced apple,waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days. The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil." - Alfred Lord Tennyson