Journal

A Poem by eve roper

grief, imagery of Autumn

“A leather journal and pen sit on a nightstand by a flickering candlelight ready, as the wind spins my thoughts.” Quote by poet Autumn alters the richness of reds and amber hues. Teal and orange sky infuse with waning butter and fine woven gold embracing the horizon. Fiery pinwheels spinning downward, amid others. Reaching over to my pen and leather journal to write before the words won't come again. Drawing out a sigh, unbidden tears arise finding love once more in the brilliance of nature. Could I once more find fulfillment and love, instead of living eternity quite alone?