The Final Breath
On the brink between life and death,
the once bright, green leaves, are changing, dying, withering
As do we –
Once full of life, now small and fragile.
The cold black shadows slowly creep forward,
Death becoming near-
Only leaving behind the bare, brittle branches of
despair.
The night draws
In —
sprinkling bright shining lights in the
Dark sky as the cool wind
starts to softly whisper, calling my name.
I feel the light breeze flowing through my hair,
Just like rivers-
before the first snowfall.
Life’s final breath,
Before the gray, cold heart of winter.
This poem is inspired by fall. I wrote about the transition between summer and winter. Summer representing life, and winter representing death. Fall is like the bridge between the seasons.
Chatte
Shining as Bright — as their Eyes
When they catch a glimpse
Of a Black Bird flying high
Their ears prickling at any sudden noise
A feeling creeps in my Heart —
Warm — like a ray of Sunshine
That match their Flame-Colored fur
Glowing in the night
Their sleek form — gliding
Across the Plains — with Grace.
Their Bright orbs stare up at me — filling
My soul with Joy — Nothing can replace
I wrote this poem about my cats. I have 3 cats and are one of the best parts of my life. This piece is inspired by Emily Dickinson’s style of writing, including capitalization, dashes, and rhyme. The name Chatte means cat in French and I thought that added a unique touch.
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