#trythis10.3

Smile, Rebecca

You’ve been uprooted 

from your town of paper.

Looking at the uncommon clouds, 

you cry,

“Take me with you!” —

they appeal to you.

No, you tell me. 

Not the clouds, but you.

Take me with you, you say,

Hurricane child, take me with you

My cat Nugget

The cutest little guy

Always looking to play

He’ll bite me all day

He loves to snuggle

But only on his terms

Ears like a satellite

You can never sneak by

He loves snacks

Meows until he’s fed

He loves being outside

He always comes when he’s called

Moonlight reflects white.

Easy to see before the black sky.

Barren, dead,

no life can exist here.

A solid sea.

The frozen north.

Ice reflects the stars.

Hundreds of Miles.

No sound

but a howling wind.

The trickle of water

between sheets of ice.

The wind brings sharp pain.

It penetrates to the bone.

The white fades to black.

Green leaves, turning red

Red birds heading down

Down by the river, it frosts

Frosts cover the windows

Windows show the beginning signs

Signs of death and life.

Life moves on,

On to the bitter

Bitter bite of coffee

Coffee that can burn.

Burn of the sweet fire

Fire crackling wild

Wild animals burrow

Burrow into the soft blankets

Blankets of wool and blankets of snow. 

Snow falls quietly

Quietly we watch

Watch the seasons die

Die and revive over time - 

My friend and I play

with everything else in dismay

We talk about life

as we butter with our knife

We eat our bread

and the conversation seems to never end

She says she is Drowsy

and begins to head home

and I get melancholy

The taste of ozone, the smell of rain, spikes with my hurried breath

Thunder rumbles in the distance, As though it is hungry

The wind howls with it, Circling like a pack of wolves

Sky blackens to night, As if the sun hides from the beast

Hair stands on end, responding to an unknown enemy

Adrenaline runs through my veins, As fear runs down my spine

It continues to flow,

Never ending.

The ice cold touch lingers on.

The crystal ripples flow along the current,

only slowing for the opposing rock.

The gentle sounds of it moving on,

accompanied by the sound of flying fish,

or the birds perch nearby.

The water is cold and refreshing,

like a bottle taken from the fridge back home.

The scent of nature is all around and strewn throughout its flow.

The flow continues on,

I loved you then

I love you now

The passage of time

blows swiftly upon my brow

I will grow old

You will stay the same

Until the day I pass

I will not see you again

This is not farewell

It is only temporary

Until the next time i see you