HAYWIRE Issue 2 Fall 2013
AUTUMN
ONE LAST BREATH
AUTUMN
by Avery Veglianti, 9th grade
by David Strasiewsky, 11th grade
by Olivia Swarthout, 9th grade
Small gestures suggest that nature has
fallen asleep,
Like a brown bear in its damp and
dark den,
Waiting for the signal out of this
dreary dream,
Tiny white flakes land on the bare
bark of a tree,Alas we know it‘s
winter.
When the lukewarm wind begins to
bite
and the branches, like bones,
seem to reach for the sallow blanket
of clouds,
the treetops burning red as sin
the days bleed out, now carve a grin
and dream away the sparrow’s flight
hail those who walk the night
Stretching and clawing as the sun
shines in the bear‘s eye,
The sound of life pounds like a
heartbeat.
The green grass sways to the music of
the warm breeze,
Animals awake from their slumber,
Alas we know its spring.
Every plant is at full blossom under
the blazing rays of the sun,
Time passes as the leaves change
color to red, brown, or yellowAnd
tumble down the tree leaving behind
a cool breeze.
Alas we know summer has ended and
fall has begun.
when the leaves in brown, red and
gold
float like little boats in the hazy
puddles,
when the damp earth under the mossy
foliage
fills the air with scents of herbs and
spice
and the last birds twitter and chirp,
embracing the frosty clutch of cold,
hard winter,
then Mother Nature draws one last
breath
and the radiant, golden apple in the
sky decays
while the lights in every house
elicit the cozy solitude to overcome
the imminent winter days of dread.
cast aside your leafy crown
in the rain you’ll strike me down
shroud the world in sheets of gray
hurry now or lose your way
everywhere a storm of gold
fall asleep as days grow cold
ashes fall and fires rides
walk among a thousand eyes
on the wind a cloud of flame
lose your voice and forget your name
sing a hymn to the dying sun
there once was light but now there’s
none
Drawing by Erica Lewis, 12th grade
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