Ghost from the Sun

The screaming of crickets beckon autumn

And the first change of color

Is a change of heart

The first nip of wind

Sends me into

Panic

Despair

And when the summer dies

A part of me dies

People shrug it away

Looking forward to harvest

And there's no turning back

Winter is on its way

But I keep the sun alive

A ghost together we become

We thrive

In

Memories

Warmth

Heat

Fire

Light

And on the first frost

I am a ghost

From the Sun

Waiting to shine again

Wishing to live again

To touch color

To be barefoot again

To be born again in May 

A long and miserable wait

Reviews

[zella]

I loved this!!! Went perfectly with my feelings of this coming cold:) also loved the rhythm and thoughtful word choice

[Gee]

I'm with you 100%. If I could hibernate I would be storing my grub now in readiness.

[Kathryn Smith]

Thanks Gee!! :) Once Autumn hits it only gets colder..I hate cold. :O Lets go hibernate, man!

[Gee]

Just looking for my thermal onesie !!!