DARK SHADE

 

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

growing tall from the ground as giant pegs.

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its dark shade.

Through the fallen leaves, we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep on our leafy beds.

LET THE LEAVES FALL

Source: fall-spirit

Let the leaves fall where they may

upon tombstones built to stay.

On these stones, the residents pound

as fall colors litter the ground.

No one is free to leave.

To this earth, they must cleave.

BENEATH THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its dark shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

IN THE RED

Source:travel-story

A beautiful fall day.

A pebbled path through the red.

I’ve come outside to play.

Fantasies flow through my head.

The leaves glitter red

Until the day turns dark.

I’m safe in my bed,

A red swirl in the park.

Rain pelts the park.

The wind cackles.

I flee in the dark

On raised hackles.

The path is gone.

Night has come too soon.

The path is gone.

Lost in the full moon.

THE FALLEN

Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

 THE FALLEN

Tree branches bend,

scarred by age.

Beaten by the storm,

many hit the ground

amid piles of leaves.

Without a proper burial,

no one mourns their loss.

The fallen won’t be forgotten

as replacements take root

in the shade of the tall trees.

Sunshine filters through the forest,

lighting the way for the future.

PETALS TO THE SKY

skull-heads

 

Smoke fills my lungs,

I stand strong.

Petals to the sky,

I fulfill my destiny.

Tears burn holes

never to be filled.

Demons in my soul

leave scars never repaired.

Each sigh forces a step back.

Each storm bends my stem a bit more.

I persevere through the rain,

the sleet,

the snow.

I yield to the sun and the moon.

I take what is given.

I replace when I’m able.

Though dry are my leaves,

I lift them to the sky.

Though parched are my lips,

I face the sun.

Smoke burns my eyes,

but I see clear.

I bow my head.

RED LACE

Source:autumn—-leavess

RED LACE

I will lay down my head to sleep

Beneath a canopy so deep.

Soft leaves curl around my face,

Covering me in red lace.

Sticks of trees protect my sides.

Perfect place for one who hides.

The sun peeks in between the red,

The warmth of sunshine on my head.

EYES TO THE SKY

magic-spelldust

Invited by Ted Gore

Light squeezes between the leaves.

Eyes to the sky serve me best.

Rays cast hot fingers on me.

Sun has passed its daily test.

The circle widens and deepens.

A place to while away the day.

I keep to its rounded corners.

A place I’ve come to love and pray.

THE TREE

THE TREE

The tree appears dark and looming.

It could use some proper grooming.

I want to take a walk between its legs,

Growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.

By its rules, we must strictly abide.

Imagine the secrets it must hide.

Come walk with me in its deep shade.

Through the fallen leaves we will wade.

A canopy of leaves above our heads

As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.

BLEED PINK

Source:sadgirlsonly

The river bleeds pink.

Low-hanging trees

drip the rich color.

Falling leaves

leave pink trails.

Childlike strokes

fingerpaint the river.

A river of neon pink.

BLUE HAZE

Leaves (by Wouter Hogendorp)

Feelings of softest blue.

This is how I see you.

Through a film of ice,

You appear so nice.

A reflection it is

That I can never miss.

As leaves float high,

I peer up at the sky

I still see your face

In every place.

I can feel your hot gaze

Even in this haze.

Please come back to me,

And we can float free.

QUICKSAND

canvaslifestyle

Fortune – 48″x36″x1.5″ Acrylic on Canvas

Let’s travel through the forest so green.

A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.

The roots tangle around our feet.

Walking becomes a scary feat.

Neon leaves hit our faces.

A hit every few paces.

I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.

Quicksand my enemy forever more.