The wind turns sharper on my skin
a quiet sign of change again
The branches murmur soft and low
like they whisper secrets I do not know
Leaves drift down in amber rings
Disappearing like forgotten things
Their final decent is a gentle fall
Reminding us that change comes for us all
For it is the Autumn leaves showing me
that there’s a beauty in falling
The sunlight thins, grows pale and long
Preparing us for this years winter song
Each sound feels louder in the chill
a twig that snaps, a world grown still
And there’s a certain beauty here
in colder days that draw us near
to what we’ve kept beneath the skin
the things we lose lead to the things we win
There’s a certain beauty in winter
the way nature forces you to
slow
down
to breathe, to feel the quiet drop
to take stock of what you’ve got
For growth does not arrive with light
it roots itself in longer night
It does not rush, it does not bloom
beneath a bright and open room
Transformation does not happen
in the brighter months
it happens in the dark
A journey within that be must embark
It happens when you’re forced
to create your cocoon
Reminding us that it’s only after rest
that a butterfly can bloom
A single leaf lands in my hand
cool as truth I understand
that change is quiet, soft, and slow
arriving where the cold winds blow
teaching with every fading hue
the art of letting go to grow
For winter always bring more than snow
About the Creator
Thadeus
Have you ever tried to tell someone how you feel, or tried to articulate a deep thought but couldn’t quite find the words?
Same. That is why I write.
Writer and Poet. Trying to unpack and decipher my brain and heart, one word at a time.
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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