Fall

The leaves begin to burn
Turning unbridled green
Back to the auburn embers of our Falls
Sun ripened leaves burst yellow, orange, red
Dying, dying, dying, dead
Explosions followed by the deafening silence that reaches us all
At some point, we all fall to our knees and crawl
Like worms
That’s how we learn
Do you hear your mud mired conscious call?
Bidding you build up your walls
Follow nature’s lead
Tourniquet the bleeding
Lean into the molting soil’s change
Rearrange the comfort of her sun-drenched days
Bid farewell the lullabies of the mild, lukewarm rain
For winter storms will come
Whether you are ready for them or not
And soft, sweet petaled flowers tend to rot
Beneath the cold, wet, heavy frost of your Decembers
Remember, Remember, Remember
My forewarning to you
Dear, sweet devil-headed doll
Hearken the foreword of the Fall
You may harden your walls
Before the snowfall hardens earth
And you will see
There will ever be rebirth
© 2021 A.L. Garcia. All Rights Reserved.

A.L. Garcia lives in Massachusetts with her loving husband and two spirited children. She spends her days reveling in the chaos of her babes, writing, reading, and balancing other obligations, as many mothers do. She also handles marketing/PR for Quill & Crow Publishing House. She began writing poetry as a youth as a way of coping with abusive family dynamics. She joined the writing community in August of 2020, after independently publishing a personal narrative detailing the abuse she endured as a child. She is a veteran of the U.S. Army and studied Sociology and Social Science at Towson University. She has two poetry collections out, Broken Things and Broken Heart Mosaics, is featured in all the Crow Calls Volumes, and in Ravens & Roses: A Gothic Women’s Anthology.