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Sophia Koon
A Breath of Fresh Air
Dusk settles into my vision like specks of dust on a windowsill
The wind whistles at the door,
Screeching and halting
Demanding to be let in
The candle I lit an hour ago
Bathes my face
in its warm buttery glow
I seek to be soothed
In this cold weather
And yet
I feel my soul awakening
As the air gets crisper
And the leaves underfoot
Crunchier
The clock on the mantle
Ticks threateningly
Can time slow down?
The surrounding dusk outside calls my name
I set down my pen
And I venture out into the cold
Where I know my thoughts
That hang like shriveled dead leaves
From the branches
Sway in the wind,
Waiting to be picked
To be plucked
To be chosen
Once again
Shadow of a Memory
I return to the forest
Where I first laid my thoughts to rest
They stir up like the leaves
I pad through underfoot
I catch glimpses of you
Through the trees
Watching as the wind picked up traces of your scent
Amaretto
Crisp autumn
I see the parchment brown of your hair
Among the brambles
And the soft checkered pattern of your coat
How wrong it is
That like the changing of the seasons
You faded away too
Our love turns rapidly into dusk
Cold, fleeting
Like a silken scarf
Wrapped tightly around my neck
Comforting and warm
I feel it tighten around my throat
Times of Old
I walk the trail
Of the forest draped in its autumn garments
Of Ruby crimson aubergine maple
I tread softly through the crunchy leaves
Fall is proof
That change can be beautiful
I remember dancing through the trees
In this same spot
Many a dark autumn night ago
The pale moon shining blissfully down upon us
And I wondered
In times of old
If they did this too
Autumn Haiku
This old winding path
Stained red by the autumn leaves
Past bleeds into now
Autumn’s Muse
The sunny facade of Summer
Fades
Into her pale complexion
Her sister Autumn
With her auburn curls
And fiery attitude
Her biting words
The harsh wind
That seeps down into your bones
And stays a while
Her blood red nails
Adorn the forest floor
The cold dark earth
Reminiscent of her presence
I am reminded
As daylight turns into dusk
Of the ever present change
That lurks in every corner of the world
Shadows that float about the forest floor
I am turning into an autumnal creature myself
Masquerade of Memory
Come visit me
In the garden of dusk
The roses are lovely tonight, aren’t they?
The brambles grow tall
Like a wall around the garden
Let's put on a masquerade show, shall we?
I'll put on my best dress and
my crimson mask
A swan’s delicate features
Dripping in glittering gems
And you put on yours;
A fox, crafty
Wiley
Dark eyes concealed
Waiting patiently in hiding
You’ll take my hand
Me in my midnight black dress
Dusk approaches
We bow
We’ll dance together in the shadows
You kiss my gloved hand
Our pace quickens
A dance of death
Our steps rapid
Our breaths short
As we try to keep up with one another
I stumble,
You catch me
Your mask slips
I grab ahold of it
It cracks like porcelain
We stand there, gasping for breath in the cool air
The wind stinging our backs
I hold what’s left of your facade
And you reach out violently,
Ripping my mask off my face
We stand there, wretched,
As the light fades
You've seen my every flaw, ripped and lain bare
There’s nothing but shadows surrounding us
Nothing left to reconcile
We sink to the floor
Surrounded by night
The brambles surrounding us
Grow thorny
As the night becomes weary
There is nothing left
For us to piece back together
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