CRISIE HUTCHINGS

Sweetly on the breeze 

He calls me 

To the quiet 

Unbreakable 

Silence 

To come away 

And live 

Leaving the days gone by 

To pack them away 

And cherish 

The falling leaves 

His hand held out 

To lead me 

To peaceful rhythms 

Surrender the noise 

His soft whisper 

Bids me to stillness 

To ponder 

Reflect 

And remember 

The harsh heat 

Of Summer 

Still felt on my skin 

Bitter in my hair 

Loud and unrelenting 

Does not concede 

Quietly 

But with violence 

It rains and pours 

Kicking and screaming 

But Autumn 

His power 

Returns unwilling 

To go unnoticed 

Without a song 

And so, he takes 

His place 

In regal pose

To bring solace 

And peace 

Such peace