The sky darkens
as clouds roll in
and the heat simmers
while the light grows dim.
Winds start to whip
but still the heat won’t break
and every living soul
has had all it can take.
The first drop falls fast
and hits like a shot,
splattering its guts,
making a liquid dot.
In that moment it seems
the heat just won’t end
until the next drop hits,
a cool, welcome friend.
Finally the sky
opens up with a crash
and rains pour down
as tree limbs thrash.
The first bolt of lighting
is fleeting and weak
but the thunder soon crashes
as the storm reaches peak.
The rain soaks each traveler
straight to the bone
and the winds won’t cease
as the old buildings moan.
Just as soon as it began,
each drop takes its leave
and all that remains
drips quickly from the eave.
The summer sun pierces
through the very last cloud
but off in the distance
rolls the thunder, still loud.
The heat may have broken
but just for a while;
so I’ll enjoy the moment
with a post-storm smile.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Luto Revisited

You still steal my thoughts
from time to time
and I wonder why,
wishing I left you behind.

I guess it’s true
that you are a part of me
and I of you.

But, I wish it not
to be so.
I try so hard
to let you go
as the distance between
grows and grows.

I never would wish you ill,
but sometimes I think
of how you are probably
drowning in a drink
and though it shouldn’t,
it makes my heart sink.

© Autumn Siders 2018
Luto Revisited

In Bed

It pains me to say,
you were right.
Do you remember
the way it felt
that night?
We both knew
what tomorrow
would bring
still it didn’t mean
a damn thing.
As you drifted
off to sleep,
three words
from your lips
did creep.
My heart froze,
my mind raced,
my breath caught,
and all those feeling
I bravely fought.
Morning came
and you awoke.
Your mouth
not moving
and still you spoke.
Those eyes,
blue and deep,
begged me to stay
and still
I walked away.
But somehow you knew
in the words you never said
and you were right
that I should have stayed
with you, in bed.

© Autumn Siders 2018
In Bed


Thump, thump, thump.
The monsters are coming.
You can run, you can hide,
you can scream
but not a thing
can wake you from
this dream.

Bang, bang, bang.
The shots are close.
You can zig, you can zag,
you can duck
but bullets
don’t care about
a thing called luck.

Thump, thump, thump.
Your heart still beats.
You can live, you can love,
you can be
but the stakes
are high
and never free.

© Autumn Siders 2016