Fog

Clouds float off the ground,
with the hope of rising again
only to settle down
and trap us in a pen.
The thickness that surrounds
leaves droplets on our skin
and visibility is scarce
letting mother nature win.
The sun will rise tomorrow
and soon the fog will lift
and the clouds they will remember
what it feels like just to drift.

© Autumn Siders 2018

She

“Let it be so,”

her voice boomed
this command.

And with one fell swoop,
she destroyed all the land.

“For too long
they have taken
and not returned
the fruit of the earth
and then leave it burned.

From this point on,
let it be known,
that She is not
something you own.”

The windows shattered
and the ground shook
as the rain pattered
hitting every nook.

The ground split
and the seas rose
and life ceased
as the book closed.

“And it is so,”

a mere whisper in the dark
just waiting,
waiting,
waiting

for a

spark.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Summer Freeze

Boiling heat flows over
as the sun beats on your back
and each breath you breathe
feels like a heated attack.
You’ve never felt such heat
and the fire burns your soul
as the pavement burns anew
almost melting to your sole.
Summer days like these
exist only in your head,
this is normal for the arctic
and global warming is dead.

© Autumn Siders 2017