Tag: autumn

Autumn days

autumn

stirs 

comforts 

nurtures me

frees me to find serenity

in the waning daylight

and cool, quiet nights

where the autumns of my youth 

in my autumnal mind

live comfortably 

midst blazing yellows, oranges and reds

set against sullen, gray skies

midst morning fogs

and melancholy thoughts

soon rising 

to meet the falling leaves

autunno

si agita

comodità

mi nutre

mi libera per trovare serenità

nella luce del giorno calante

e notti fresche e tranquille

dove gli autunni della mia giovinezza

nella mia mente autunnale

vivere comodamente

mezzi ardenti gialli, arancioni e rossi

sullo sfondo di cieli cupi e grigi

in mezzo alle nebbie mattutine

e pensieri malinconici

presto in aumento

per incontrare le foglie che cadono

Within Close Range: Best Friends

We try to light it squatting beneath an old, planked bridge.

Like naughty, little trolls.

Laughing and cursing the unrelenting wind and an almost empty box of matches.

Coughing. 

Giggling. 

Coughing. 

Startled by the snap of a twig. 

Whispering and waiting for something in particular. 

Not caring about anything in particular. 

Until the tiny roach sticks to my mouth and I wince. 

Pulling the burning paper from my lower lip. 

Betsy laughs. 

Which makes me laugh. 

Even though it hurts like hell and my lip is already blistering. 

Making me to worry about how I’m going to explain the burn to Mom and Dad –

who notice every pimple.

But then I stop caring. 

Content to be beside my friend.

Standing firm against the bitter lake winds.

Feeling happy just to be,

we walk beside the tiny creek.

Sudden cravings hasten our final footsteps 

down the deserted road of my secluded neighborhood.

Stepping over acorns and twigs fallen from late October trees.

Side by side. 

Stoned. 

Smiling in the comfortable silence of a very, best friend.