In time, a change will come to her warm eyes
As radiant shades shift from golds to greys.
From her rosy beams to steely reprise,
Chilling our eyes under the stars’ soft gaze.

Until the end of years in sunlit days,
I’ll long for Colorado’s shifting ways.

#poetry #poem #writing #nature

These looming mountains, like a Gaian spear,
Rise to greet ephemeral sunburst skies.
Great shadows they cast at eve to revere,
The contrast to her glowing, godsray highs.

Fluttering, golden leaves on me impart
A sense of peace overwhelming my fear.
The Dance of Aspen relays fleeting art
That invokes lasting hope on the frontier.

Fourteen lines it took to open the seams,
Letting the guilt bleed like an open wound.
The remorse is written in inky themes
In the these hands, the confession is entombed.

The blank pages I have yet to write --
Reveal these words will stay in my sight.

#poem #poetry #writing #ptsd #mentalhealth

Hundred reasons to write, but all too few,
In the face of anguished and haunting screams.
This bleeding weight in my hands feels so new
And it travels with me to watch my dreams.

Of course! Also blasting Green Day, Fall Out Boy, MCR, and Paramore. Might add to the nostalgia with some Cascada