Burn me, before I rise again.

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August.

The leaves fall, the skies burn ember. The summer comes to a close and the doors to winter seem so much closer. As darkness envelopes the globe, I come out to play. Far away from the rays of fire that burnt in the sky.

August.

It marks the end of  the second half of summer, and the start of Autumn. Beautiful flowers loose their stand, as the wildings  get braver. Only the fearless survive the darkness. The short days scare the vulnerable away. Fires burn inside homes to keep families warm. Hot food to keep the belly full and the body strong.

August.

The beginning of cold, dark and unwanted days. My true match. I can see my breath leave my mouth and disappear into the air. It’s as though the humid and hot ghosts that stuck to me through the sleepless summer nights finally release their grip. As Autumn embraces me with its bitter arms, as it’s trail of fog blind me, the sticky nights are long forgotten.

August

The skies swell and release rain, night upon nights. It soaked up a year of heartache, and now she releases herself. The rivers overrun, the streets will flood. Yet the sun will not show herself. I admire her for that. The winds rise, the lanes flash from the lightening. If the world wanted to swallow me hole, it would be in August.

August.

You help me forget what July did to me, what May put me through, the lies January once told me. Queen of the meadows, the leaves shrivel and fall to the ground, brown. The trees lose their modesty at your appearance. You can see the trees bow to you before the ice of Winter decorate their branches.

August.

I was born an Autumn baby, you help me prepare for the cold nights as Winter comes for me and my heart again.

Love, Always
N♡

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  1. August 6, 2015 / 11:05 pm

    Your writing is so beautifully written, just like the real inner you x

  2. August 6, 2015 / 11:19 pm

    “The trees lose their modesty at your appearance.”
    –This is excellent–

  3. August 6, 2015 / 11:51 pm

    Yes. Lovely…

  4. November 29, 2015 / 5:39 pm

    I am touched by your writing.

    • November 29, 2015 / 5:40 pm

      Thank you so much ❤️❤️

  5. May 5, 2016 / 4:44 pm

    This is such a lovely piece, very well written. I loved every word, great job!

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