FallA Poem by Justin TobeyAn exercise in Spanish led to a poem in English... :)I rode August like a hasty, fleet-footed horse. We raced to the gate of Fall and August fall apart into scarlet leaves borne on a wind of yellow lace.
I leaned upon September like a rod of ash on an amber staircase, cut into the dusty, golden mountain. Each mirror-bright step reflected the dying sun and the glare turned my rod to amber too.
October swallowed me like an owl consumed by Night. I flung myself from the summit like an inventor's son expecting wings to unfold. The thin black air turned to tempest as I fell and the mountain under the moon turned to blue-black glass.
And November, ah, November. November lifted me up and carried me on the winding forest stream just before it froze over. In November's arms, I rested the space where my wings ought to have been, and the stars above froze over like bubbles in the celestial creek above mine. Am I the reflection or the reflected? © 2011 Justin TobeyAuthor's Note
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Added on October 26, 2011 Last Updated on October 26, 2011 AuthorJustin TobeyThe West, Milky Way Galaxy, ExistenceAboutName: Justin Age: Older than some piano benches, younger than some stars. Brain-orientation: Right Eye color: Brown Pet rock's name: Supreme High Chancellor Nuic I've always been interested in .. more..Writing
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