There's a bitter black tea
At my favorite cafe,
Wormwood black, like a poisonous
Dark chocolate,
That I like to guzzle on a
Wet, windy day;
So perfectly perverse, so warm and
Tingley to my pallette.
When October turns cold and my
Temper turns brittle,
Solace seems as off as the
Sweetness of Spring.
Shedding the skin of a
Wiltering flower,
The crow and the raven within me
Must sing.
Like showers of kisses, with hints of
Smoke and ripe cherries,
And passions pulling thick as wads
Of black licorice,
I'll fall, diving down with you
Into dust,
And die in the moment to make
Everything perfect.
Tag: fall
Falling For …
Cool, quiet,and still mornings; alone.
A chord striking, resonating, and going silent.
Pale light still warm enough to touch faces.
A pit in your stomach, nowhere to go.
Fall, fall, September;
Autumn sadness, stillness,
Peace and horror.
Burning, burning, bonfires and leaves;
Passions singing, sang, and then falter.
You'll never know their love again.
The sky is beautiful, blissful, and so are you.
I Love October
Dark chocolate, melted,
Mixed with coffee and cream.
Grey skies, cold wind,
And blankets of orange leaves.
Jazzy lo-fi with my morning tea,
Earth & spice in the air I breathe
Death of summer, sweet relief
Apple cider and marshmallow treats
Afternoon walks in long dark sleeves
Reaquaintences with the old silver screen
Gothic novels and scary dreams
A celebration for all macabre things.
October is the month I like to savor;
Its bitterness, sweetness, strength, and mystery.
It reminds me what makes me feel alive,
Being sensitive enough to take pleasure in little things.
It’s like kisses under a thick comforter
And shivers from a well placed touch,
A chill that sweeps over your entire body.
A gentle shock that opens you to your reality.
Dear October, I love you,
Sincerely, Sanya Elswyth Walma
Divinely Strange Comfort
These clouds, this wind,
My habits and mood swings,
Cigarettes and coffee,
Half-finished conversations,
Guarded hearts, tender connections,
Horror movies, memories,
Kissing in your parent’s basement.
October, yes another,
Let’s do nothing in October
But stay warm and witness death.
Nature wants to sleep.
I’m cold, but you’re warm.
Nevermind the ghosts,
They make the air more profound.
Encroaching sleep,
A pleasant sensation,
No better way to fall
In this moment.
Cold is coming
To swallow us up again.
This quiet anticipation
Makes a comfort, divinely strange.
Dear October
The calm and ominous clouds of October skies
Dark and gray, l’ombre filtre sur la terre
The bittersweet droplets of Autumnal rain
Cascading down pleasantly through the air
Silence weighing heavier over the season
le murmure de le vent, singing through the trees
Through my jacket sleeve, and caressing my hair
Gently pacifying my emotions in the breeze
Imagining all these things as my element
Forces of nature representative in me
Quiet gentle Autumn, Somber skies of gray October
Carrying and cradling me to deepest sleep.
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