The lush brush

settled down for

the incoming storm  

even the birds

flew very far south

the leaves fell far

from the place they

belonged  

and I noticed that

those dancing fairies

once bringing a

symphony of light to

the dusk set

are no longer around

to provide me guidance

when I travel home

in the evening.  

This absence sent my mind

from looking down

and I missed a step

falling toward the ground  

meeting my crisp friends on

the mossy earth

and it seemed that where I

landed

I felt as though I belonged  

hands smooth against cold stone

lying flat within a bed of daises

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Liyona is an “average joe” kind of writer who likes to think about ordinary things and then write them down. Ever since she can remember, she has been rhyming words and creating lyric poems. During her college years, she took a more serious bent toward writing and started to post on her blog (The Life and Times of a Quirky Character.) Currently, she resides on the East Coast of the United States just north of the country’s capital. Photo by Dawid Zawiła on Unsplash