Picking up where I left off...

And so it happened that nearly three years passed, and I all but forgot that this blog existed.  Tumblr?  Blogger?  I don't know which one I prefer!  We'll find out.

My last post was about Robert Frost.... Written during my first bout of poetic bewilderment!  I had just dipped my toes into the beautiful pool that is poetry.  And now, after many months, many experiences, and immeasurable growth in the scheme of life, I've begun writing things of my own!

Here, a product of my seasonal nostalgia:

The Pillow of Autumn

I’m running on a pillow
of vibrant leaves
that softens the impact
of the pavement beneath.

No color is withheld
by the crescendo of the seasons;
so I’ll revel in this rainbow reprieve,
however fleeting it may be.

I’m floating on the pillow of autumn;
let me bask in the sun
before the shadows come.
I’m resting my head
before I roll off the bed
and fall back to the depths
of winter’s monotonous hum. 

If you hint at a word of winter,
don’t be surprised when I cover my ears;
why concern ourselves with shivers,
when the warmth is still right here?

I’m filling my lungs with autumn
and willing myself to get a head start
before the frost sets off for the race to test
the resilience of my heart.