Thought.......

The are a hundered butterflies and birds,

Fluttering inside me.

Fatal Beauty

Autumn is such a strange season.

It masks death with beauty.

Just when it becomes the most beautiful...

That beauty can only last for a day,

Then slowly,

Death comes.

Death turns the landscape into a colorless world.

The Dreaded Month

November is a rainy dreary month

Who all seem to dread

It drips and drips and drips

Upon all our heads

It is bleak and brown

Dark and Dim

Making our thoughts

Gloomy and Grim