She wanders blankly through the dark, deserted path. Leaves sway around like a blanket of silent conversation. There are pillars of dark trees surrounding her. She hears nothing but the crunch of the dead leaves under her feet and the silent pleas of help in her head. She embraces herself as the night air becomes more crisp and cool. Endless mintues tick by. She hears woodland creatures as they become more nervous knowing she's there. Above, she hears the flapping of wings from a crow. She looks up as it caws. She knows she is unwelcome here. She stops walking. She just stands there, helpless as this trek becomes more and more spooky. She falls to her knees, and looks down at her worn-out demin jeans. As she glances up past the stone walkway covered in dry autumn leaves and notices a wide wooden door ahead. She knows beyond that door is happiness but she feels glued down to the ground. She tears for she knows she will never reach that door thought it's a mere few feet ahead. She sees only autumn colors as she dissolves into the air and becomes the dry wind itself.
About: Autumn Wind:
Written 3-31-10 I wrote this at a time when I felt hopeless and scared. It was night, in my room. This is one of my favorite pieces of mine. It was written at a sad time, yes. But one of the best. I was actually happy considering the circumstances.
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