Autumn Griffin

The seasons of our lives are well defined – born into winter we grow into spring – flourish in summer – mature in autumn – only to return full circle to winter – where we wind down and vanish.

I am autumn’s child
I do not like it
Much
Leveling off
Maturing
Feeling like summer
Longing for
Spring

Surrounded by people
All telling me
Different things
Taking everything
They can from
Me

Places to go
Things to see
Opportunities knocking
Too many
Missed
Felling suffocated
Never so
Alone

Like the raindrop
On my
Windshield
Unmoving – unyielding
No matter
How fast I
Travel

Why does it only
Stay in one
Place
To be dried
Up
Burned alive
By the
Suns striking
Rays

I hear the
Griffin calling
From which way
I do not
Know
I no longer feel
Fear inside
Perhaps at this
Moment
I’m ready to
Go –

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~ by Jill Terry on May 9, 2008.