ADYNATON

Fall Finally. A fresh start. Warm crisp breaths tickle my sides Waves of rustling-almost echoes of whispered chimes My time is ending. Gone so soon? I suppose. Cold. Cold. Cold air. The skyfire paints my face in its eternal imagination. What shall I become next? Red? Yellow? Orange? Cold. Cold. Cold air. Shivers down my spine. Chilling sharp breaths scratch at my sides. Can’t hold on…Floating? Drifting. Falling. Here I lay…Dirt trail…CO2 givers of life. Fear-Fear coursing through my veins. *Crunch* I was one. I am now many Until next spring ~ Veronica Barajas