The beginning of Winter and the end of Fall
The
beginning of Winter and the end of Fall
She
came, to me, at the beginning of Winter. Blue eyes
like
frozen lakes, and skin as pale as snow. Her
arms
were like bare branches and her fingers were
like
twigs. Her breath was icy and her words harsh.
The
look that she gave me was a jagged one, like
the
edge of icicles dangling over frozen roofs.
She
came to break my heart, the way winter breaks
warmth.
She came to end what was; the end of Fall, the
beginning
of Winter She came to say farewell. She came
only
to leave. So the Seasons passed, when Winter left
Spring
arrived. and the grass grew and flowerers blossomed.
The
sun warmed us once more and life went on. We did what
we
do. Spring left us very quickly and Summer was a
longer
time. Where everyone was lazy and the fields
turned
their golden hue. A butterfly danced and a bee
buzzed
and life still went on where I stopped to watch
a
fellow bird stretch his majestic wings and raise his crest.
Summer
came to an end eventually and fall was what
followed.
The trees released their toxins and their leaves
went
to all sorts of colors. Yellow there, orange here and
a
deep red far away. But something happened at the end
of
Fall, just as the branches were almost clear. When everything
was
gone-
-She
came. At the end of Fall. The beginning of Winter is
here,
and I looked at her with cold eyes, stiff wings and
a
crocked beak. With feathers falling and the red of my tail
gone.
Red was with Fall and white is with Winter. She
carried
me away. Me all stiff and bare. In winter there is no life
so
why should there be a pulse to sustain me when all my
life
is gone, when the sun had set and the Seasons had passed
and
the person I cared about came at the beginning of winter. The
End
of Fall. Only to see me leave this time.