The Fall Breeze Poem by Joshua Miller

Walking in the woods on a brisk fall morning. The silence broken by my footsteps and the sound of the breeze as it try's to steal the leaves from their perch. The cold on my face snaps at my skin while I think of how fast these last few months have sped by. The crackle of the brush reminding me of the coldness to come, soon winter will control the rise and setting of the sun. Cold wind will howl, snow will blanket the ground but my walk goes on with dreams and hopes for my future sound. A clearing ahead the sun shines bright, I quicken my pace to feel the sun on my skin. The grass is cut low and turning yellow from the cold as I lay down to rest I look into the sky. Just noticed the beauty as I gaze into space, the clouds float by and the colors so bright brought a tear on my face. My trips through the woods are a daily event to gather my thoughts and try to have hope. Most times, regretfully so, it is alone I do go, but on a rare day she comes to frolic in the sun. Hand in hand we walk and mostly I talk she looks at me to say I love you and want to stay. Tomorrow comes and I wait for her here she tells me she can't while shedding a tear. I turn into the woods alone I must go looking at my hand where her fingers fit so. I try to keep on and not frown upon the loss that I feel as the wind tries to steal the leaves in the trees that blow in the breeze. With hope I carry on, for her laughter to dance upon my days and nights to never end with her love and her touch my best friend. To walk in the woods hand in hand, everyday to turn to her and say, thank you for being here and not afraid to scream I love you dear without any fear so the world will hear my words crystal clear.....but for now I walk alone my house not a home in the woods I still roam mostly alone.
JJM