Darkness clings desperately to the last vestiges of her reign, the wind’s echoing howl rising to a crescendo as morning threatens to break.
A multitude of yellow and brown leaves dance feverishly across shimmering paths, the light reflecting from the remnants of heaven’s tears.
And as I walk into the birth of a new day, the wisps of my exhaled breath disperse quickly carried high upon the bitterly cold wind.
Their leaves falling like tears to their demise
The wind the tormentor
Strengthening as darkness lifts her shroud
Heralding a new dawn.
What was with my melancholy mind?
Cornucopia of mixed emotions.
A plethora of feelings pulling on the fabric of the soul, twisting the strings like a marionette.