I Feel The Fall. Poem by Obrie Writes

Do you hear that sound
Of a scent through the wind?
There she goes,
The gravity for I.

Speak not of the devil,
It will know your house.
But my devil is mine;
Speak to me of her.

October was for sweet tales,
Pop ups on my screen;
'Barbie is typing....'
That was joy
Driving a fall,
Captivating a stone.

A stone that with waiting,
A stone that for patience,
A stone that by words
Stood firm in the cold.

There she goes,
To whom all I turn.
Do you hear that sound?
Yes, that's me falling,
That's the sound of love.

©Obrie