Fall Is Come

[Zuri Petteri]

Seeing as this thread is dedicated to yours truly, the "Dark poet of Ravenblack" as Ace oh so lovingly described me. I figured it would be best for me to make the first post. I hope that I'm not the only one to post here.

Anyways, as a dedication to the come of fall, and to the trials of everyday unlife, I bid thee read one of my latest. "Fall Is Come"

Whirling, twirling
Spinning spirals toward the sky
Some folks read the lights, eyes flutter shut
Tears dripping downward, emeralds and sapphires
Rain down upon me, giving the shower of life a new meaning

Smiling, styling
Hearts that sing a song of perfection
The deepest tear, a shrifted rip in time
Splitting reality in two, taking me with you
Pushing through to the new side, watch for the coming of fall

Show me a story I ask
Pointing to a leaf she speaks,
This life has ended, a cycle of rebirth can come in the smallest of things
Now she's gone, where is her rebirth?

Watch for the proverbial ides of march
The coming of the fall,
From grace and ideal life, the lies and spirit
Of each word spoken bear down upon us, words weaving

To a web and sign
Of contention and deceit, endearing to the final speech
Break down to basics
Falling backward, yet keep in mind.
Always watch for the fall.
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[beezil]

Ok Zuri, I thought I'd try my hand at a fall poem. I'm a bit of an ameteur, but I love writing. I liked your's a lot, also. *smiles* I call this one "Grey and White"

Death takes its place
Among the recently glowing plant life.
It settles in, creeping slowly.
Bright reds and greens, yellows and oranges
All turn to brown, then grey.
Everything will soon be turned white
By a blanket of ice and frigid snow.
The winter is calling from distant, murky skies.
Dark, dreary and heavy as my heart.
Lonesome trunks crowned by gnarled branches
Rise to the callous heavens,
To tickle the underbelly
Of that ominous wave of death.
The breeze is wicked, cold and furious.
Tears at the skin.
But here in my home,
Away from the harsh, unpredictable weather
I am safe within.
I will miss the sweet caress of summer,
Teasing along my cheeks,
Running fingers through my hair,
And making me forget
What it was I came outside for.
I will miss the endless nights,
With lightning pulses that set the sky ablaze
And thunderous rainstorms that calmed my spirit
I will miss how suddenly the weather can turn...
So humid and tempid,
With stars clearly glowing in the sky,
And me, always wondering:
What could be held beyond that black and amethyst overcast,
So alive, with those twinkling diamond lights?