Come and Play

Invisible to the eye, he dances down the lane,

Sending the rusty leaves whirling in his wake.

He leaps and hides, runs never walks.

His endless emotions are fickle, unpredictable, on display.

He is unseen yet his moods are eternally exposed.

He can be angry, his voice a howl that echoes eerily.

Outraged,

He holds you back, pushes you forcefully.

His mood changes.

His voice becomes a soft sigh, the sound of leaves whispering at his touch,

Long cold fingers numb your cheeks, his breath icy in your ear.

Then at the drop of a leaf, he can become playful,

Whistling loudly, his laughter the rustle of paper tumbling down a road.

He tugs at your clothes and hair, teasing,

Enticing you to stay,

To come and play.

Reviews

[jdt]

Lovely writing. Descriptive, evocative, it flows easily and feels rhythmic, even when the rhythm changes. All of which is both good poetry in general and particularly apt to the subject matter. Really like it.