I walked along a trail,
Going nowhere;
The Fall’s delirium
Keeping me at bay,
The leaves cry beneath my steps,
I wonder if they had any falling regrets,
I carved you into a tree,
To leave you where the timber sleeps,
And gave you back to a world,
That knows not the way it seeps,
My breath slow and somber,
To the details that lay ahead,
To the russling of the sheets,
That muddles the beds we made,
The creek whimpers to a sigh,
From the currents the day has gave,
I crossed paths with a squirrel,
Who nibbled at the fruits of the sky,
Who tussled the soil of the earth,
And ran from my prying eyes,
He left me alone,
As alone as I ever was,
To devour the recompense,
Of shaming grooves,
And things untold,
Only to the wind,
That wonders if it blows again.
War Poems 