FallA Poem by Will Fairlieduring a lecture on romanticism, during a live music performance at my school, I entered a subliminal state of mind, when I came to, I looked at my notes and I had written this poem.It's fall, the leaves are changed, a cold night, the moon is above, daunting, looming like a massive spotlight visible to all in that hemisphere. To the left, a street illuminated by streetlights, a magnificent yellowish glow, shadows dancing, gust of wind the trees heartily waving, or is it warning? I know not. Before I can decide, a new flash red orange out of the corner of my eye, damn it, they were warning me, I think to myself. To the right, a fox creeps out of the woods. Heart beats faster, the red orange of his fiery coat seems to mimic a sun in radiance, his beauty in the remnants of the broken light from the avenue. Paused at first, he decided I was no threat. Wandering a bit closer, strictly to investigate, a noise in the tree, a crack in a branch, I look up. A few leaves fall. I look back, just in time to see a radiant explosion as he bolts over the fence, his being loses form at the apex of his jump, a burst of flames, and his very essence itself, seems to become an inferno, when he lands on the other side, almost as if my minds imploring communicated to him my desire for one last glimpse, he looks back at me, simultaneously his burning coat flares even brighter. The trees! They too bowed at this demonstration of his majesty. I fell to my knees with passion. My eyes wouldn't shut, couldn't shut. The grandeur of his display marveled me, but he only stayed for a moment, in a streak of combustion, he blazed his way through the woods. © 2015 Will FairlieAuthor's Note
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