He watched the leaves turn and he found his grove
He lit a fire and watched it grow.
As the leaves fluttered, the wind bit.
So it blew as it did and darkness came.
And yet he had that little light, which held on oh so bright.
So when the trees began to sway, he closed his eyes gently…
Saying goodbye to the day.
This poem was the winner for the end of poetry month. Of my drafted poems this one is the most sound. Mentally, I’ve taken a nosedive the last couple months and this poem is a reflection of that. It represents my personal struggle trying to keep what little light I have left from going out. It is a poem about the unchangeable and of gentle rest that might come from the unexpected. Where in one instance one might fear the wind blowing out the fire in another instance it can also soothe and calm; it can be both of these things at the same time. Autumn is my season and where I find the most comfort and where I long to go. There is a sense of wandering where and only once the leaves have turned after a long journey may one find their peace.
And that’s it! May is Mental Health Awareness Month! I have a few articles planned so stay tuned in the coming weeks for what’s ahead!