Subtly Sweet September

The spots of subtle sunlight shine upon the patches of grassland

The light of summer lightly breathing in and out upon the foliage

The sun-soaked leaves beginning to ignite in brilliant hues of scarlet on their edges

Having adored the crackling beauty of the summer sun

In almost a final act of bliss, the once green leaves embrighten and light up the surroundings

Greedily hanging onto the bright summer heat as the subtly cruel winds of autumn slowly arise

Tearing at their bases, dislodging their foothold

The bright scarlet leaves cling to the last fragments of what they once held, clutching the heat of the summer in their grasp

Although destined to flutter to the ground and crumple into dust

The leaves persist

Even as the gust picks up and rips at their already fragile stems

And as summer’s breath grows fainter and fainter, the leaves continue to wrap tightly around that heat

So as I watch longingly at the trees

Swaying back and forth within the autumn breeze

I wish that perhaps one day

I’ll have the strength to grasp the light I so desire as tightly as a leaf

Never letting go, even if it burns me to a crisp

But as my current lack of ability to do so weighs on my shoulders

I can’t help but envy the leaves

Allowed to bask in the light before clinging to their lives and wills desperately until the last fragment of their stem gives in

Before falling accomplished to the ground to rest

These are the thoughts that plague a mind such as mine

At the beginning of this Subtly Sweet September