Poetry & Creative Writing

Of The Sun

Veins of the leaves fade from the colours of the earth,

To the deep brown of the dirt,

Branches of trees stretch to grasp onto life,

As autumn cuts them down like a knife,

Surrounded by dead trees,

Suffocating, as if collapsing on my knees,

The dead surrounds me,

No light I can see,

No birds in the sky,

Summer waves goodbye,

And no matter how hard I try,

I can’t grasp the light 

Of the sun.