Autumn's Redemption

Thursday, November 6, 2008 at 5:40pm

I step outside and feel the chilled brisk air against my skin
The light mist on my face tells a story
The story of a winter creeping
The trees are nothing but a used-to-be
I once had a vision of a rainbow in my eyes
Reds
Greens
Yellows
Now all I see is grey
Brown
A dirty street
The sky cries with cloudy tears
The pavement below my feet runs cold with pollution
Frost is trickling through the fallen leaves
The sun hides from fat clouds of bitterness
It sleeps leaving me with a doubt in my mind
The doubt it will never return
Autumn is begging for redemption