Pacific Bubble Bath
Mud and History
“An Ode to Fall II”
Here’s a question…
You may not know the answer
How many poems can I write about you?
Praising your hair and eyes
Writing about you like I’ve never seen another person
Like you were the first person my eyes saw
I could dedicate an epic to your eyes and smile
I could write an epic waxing poetic about the way your hair stays on your head
I wonder if you’ve ever looked at yourself in the mirror
Have you seen your eyes?
I thought I lost my angst with my twentieth birthday
But the world inside your smile brings it back
Your eyes remind me of fall
The way they’re deep with comfort and wonder
How simply their color could warm the coldest heart
Your hair is warmth too and smile
Nature rewarded you for worshipping her
For hoping one day she’d be restored
Someday when you’re old you’ll return her beauty to her
Someone, a relative, a friend, a lover, will lay you down under her skin and you will become fall
I don’t know if I’d want to see a world without you
Kind no more
Emotionless under the blankets of the forest
Could you ever love me?
I know I’m not.
I know nature didn’t bless me the way she blessed you
She gave me a foolish heart
I think of this more of a curse than blessing
Someday I too will return her gift
Most likely alone
who could love a fool?
Probably not you