I joined the world as it was dying
Awakened to a chill in the morning air
The scent of charred wood in a breeze
Funny how the swan song is so lovely
And somehow still so lonely
The dampness resting atop your skin
As you walk along a dirt road
Gravel carries you along a path
Not travelled any longer
Sunlight fades early
Shadows grip the edges of the trees
The sound of a creek bed bubbling
Surface of the water covered in golden leaves
A wooden bridge made of ties
From an abandoned train track
The evening brings a crispness
Every snapping branch gives goosebumps
The beauty of the calico forest
The laughter of children down the street
Late night movies under blankets
Popcorn chewed in frantic panic
Eyes go wide and then tighten shut
Corn field mazes on midnight drive
Caramel apples, sticky fingers
How does a dying month feel so alive?
About the Creator
Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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I will NEVER use AI for anything I create.
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