11.1.2011

"One" 11.1.2011

Trudging throught mounds of snow

On a warm summer’s night

The frost begins to eat my toes

It’s warm, even without light

And when it’s blizzarding like this

The sun has never seemed so bright.

When the red and yellow leaves fall

The fresh buds begin to grow

As the cold starts to arrive

I slip in a puddle of melting snow

A final sunset begins a smile

Winter find’s itself on death row.

Then there is nothing

Maybe just white and black

And in this colorless exsistence

I want the confusion of seasons back

Because everytime I stop and wonder

This fragile chaos starts to crack.

~RaKelleWhat