Poetry Winner: Steady Arms
Almost violent how color cuts across the mountainside
With an apathetic cackle
Catastrophe of crimson bleeds, drips, falls
No, the leaves are only red
They do not care to conform, only
tasked with beauty
Blooming, heaving, looming, heavy on
my eyes
Alike a leaf I lift and leave
Branching out, barren, I bear the
burden
Nature will not comfort me
(naturally)
If only grief was seasonal as winter
Dead leaves rattle, fragile underfoot
Skittering across the worn wanderings of my mind
Death lasts a moment, but
I stain the sky blue remembering
the expanse envelops the passing of time
But oh to think who thought of the hue
Constructing a tincture connecting an ache
And painting it onto a physical place
the whispers of Lover,
the faintest of flutters stir
the air
Beyond the drooping leaf
Behind chaos of clamorous charm
extends the mark of a Maker
Reaching, holding, breathing Steady arms
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