Lyrical Musings an emotional journey via train of thought


December 11th, 2013

Autumn is the whisper

as leaves change color and fall to the ground

as time seems to slow down; we all do

but winter is the shriek, burning our ears and our skin

it chases us inside, covering the world in gloom

we sit inside, helpless and staring outward as the darkness closes in,

only to emerge into the world after the birds have returned,

singing their song

because spring is a serenade that warms our hearts and our homes

it invites us back outside, caressing where winter was bitter and tormenting

spring is color and life renewed

but summer, summer is the sound of laughter and love

children in the field and lovers at the beach and teenagers in the park

— long after the sun has set and curfew has passed

summer is the spray of water and the smell of the sun,

the last remnants of youth before autumn whispers it all away