The world has evolved

From eternities of small change

To rapid movements

Clement days

Then

Brisk winds

Blowing ideas, seasons into the next

One moment, solidarity

Dissent, unity

“This is forever, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t want anything to change between us. Ever. We’ll always be together . . . right?”

Crunch crunch

Walking to school

with the cool

air nipping,

not yet biting,

at exposed skin

leaving it red to match

I trudge down the leaf-strewn road, hugging myself against the frigid bursts of wind tugging at my jacket. I hop over a puddle and glance up as the clock-tower strikes six. I should’ve been home by now.

What can I do to make this stay? 
To make all the moments, 
Where we were infinite last forever. 

To keep the good days for the future, 
And carry the bad along with my past. 

Our story always ends the same

No matter how many pages I turn

In the end

I’m the friend in need

And you’re the main character, always having to help me

I try to rip the pages out

I saw you today

For the first time in months

It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages

I used to hope

We stayed apart

Never faltering too close to one another

But as I look into your eyes

I love the sound of the wind rustling the leaves in the trees

The same leaves that in due time turn red and orange and yellow

The same leaves that protect us with food and warmth and air to breathe

I sat at the top

And it felt like it,

I could see everything.

Looking down

It all looked fake,

Like it really 

Crown of Sonnets

As I reflect on days already gone, 

Ones sweet as the cider that I swallowed,

They seem to match the golden hue sipped on,

Fall people are

The silhouette of the man

on the edge of the silhouette of the dock

holding a silhouette of a fishing pole

into a lake

full of pink and blue watercolors

Sirens sound, at 2:00 am. My heart pounds as I look out my apartment window and into the smoke.