HAYWIRE Issue 2 Fall 2013
Photograph by Toyah Hoeher
Continuum
Autumn Rain
By Oliver Bauer-Nathan
By Luzie Gallien
Red, gold, brown,
falling, filtering, ever downwards.
The wind blows,
a comfortable breeze which
carries the leaves,
Sailing in the wind,
weightless.
As the leaves go into and out of
weightlessness,
riding the passing current of time,
they sail into winter,
Spring, Summer, and back to
Autumn again.
There they restart the process of rebirth
for the umpteenth time.
Just to be trampled once again,
into an unrecognizable state, like every
other year.
Maroon and Pumpkin
Falling leaves hit the ground
Drifting through the frosty air
It’s getting crisp
The icy stinging wind is back
Father Frost isn’t far
The trees are bare
Empty and lonely the stand firmly in the
hard cold soil
The grey sky is crowded with black
sheep
A drop
Tiny, earthshaking
We run
Inside the toasty warmth is like a balmy
embrace
It’s autumn.
Christmas Eve
By Anonymous
It’s dark outside.
The only thing visible through the
windows is snow.
A warm fire crackles in the grate.
The room smells like pine trees,
Mixed with the smell of dinner.
Presents under the tree.
Everyone is together,
Everyone is merry,
And of this night no one grows weary.
Season of Hallow
By Soren Wagner
From the tree falls a leaf,
Everything is beautiful orange,
I dash past the frame with the squeaky
door hinge,
In circles outside around I run,
I leap to a leaf pile,
This season is fun,
Even the fruit has a smile,
I marvel at the face of a pumpkin,
Spooky faces lit bright by a light,
It’s slightly chilly on my skin,
It’s getting dark, almost night,
The eve of hallow is approaching,
I get my mask and prepare to transform,
I’ll be the scariest, it’s what I’m hoping,
And with that fright I will feel warm…
Pave the Way for Winter
By Ben Calderbank
Getting up early, it’s dark, still rendering
Seeing the swaying trees shedding
Purple, red, orange and yellow
Raining down, landing softly below
The wind picks up, rain begins to pour
Surely summer could have provided
more
A vibrant facade of light
Which will inevitably soon turn white
Up late and down early
The beautiful sun has a shot journey
The warm temperature dropping
Surely not, it is time to g