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This Is The Picture From October
Brown Tulips dot the surface, keeping close
Dampening the spirit of their new visitor
Hemlock boughs seem to reach down
Their green and brown, a blur
In the moist eyes of this queen
Trying to caress her back
Dark green casts a cold shadow
The sun’s warmth she lacks
It can only spot the surface
Sparkling on autumn leaves
Blown from Maples on another man’s land
As she kneels on the water, “Please…”
The soft, white dress hides her, like the
Leaves hide the water’s cold darkness
But the trees crowded around her
Can’t fully eliminate the brightness
The only leave a small circle
Despite their towering height
Revealing the light, blue day
And the silver stars at night
The dark shades around her
Drop her head into her hands
And tears seep through fingers
They just don’t understand
The feelings escaping her body
Hit the surface, causing no disturbance
They stay in a small circle
Constantly growing, they claim their importance
Sitting on top of the surface
They glow bright with the fall colors
As she looks up she wonders
How these worthless feelings of hers
Could mean so much to something else
Just realizing she’s cared for
Dries her eyes and the puddle, her heart
Lifts her up and walks her away
From a dark, wet depression.
