Two poems I wrote. My hopes is that I will be able to find pictures to put along with these.

 

A touch,
A last gasp of wind wind.
The red leaves fall from the wound.
A storm in the night.
Lightning, cracking into your side.
Thunder, booming in your ears,
Seasons passing your eyes.
Apples growing up bitter,
Maple, turning sour.
All in the night of that storm.
Your life put on show,
Your life taken away.
A pain in your side,
That never goes away.

Citizens of the forest,
Be forewarned,
A killer on the loose,
Under the guise of a storm.
A name unknown,
A presence lost,
The man who killed,
All but lost.
The public not warned,
Your body not mourned.
The apples of your life,
Bitter and torn.
A look back,
Nothing but the life of the young.

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A little boy,
Bobbing for apples,
His head comes up, another breath of air.
He dives back down, and brings up an apple.
He spits it off to the side and dives again.
Once more he comes up and spits out an apple.
His pale cheeks a flush with scarlett.
Yellow hair, sparkling in the sunlight of the day.
His parted hair all astray,
A single lock straying down his face.
His red lips, gasping for air,
His smile, so wide.
A little boy, so happy.
A little boy,
Bobbing for apples.

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