Color

Trees color my world here.
Not there
I can’t remember if they were purple
Red
Yellow
Orange
Burgundy
Planted. Perfect little trees. In yards.
Cookie cutter houses
Tall. Two stories.
With sidewalks.
And streetlamps.
Gutters too.

Doors shut
Quickly. Go hide
Close the windows, hide.
The lawn looks perfect, right?
All the doors shut. Windows drawn.
Cold, windy, grey.
Quiet. Not so quiet. Alone.

Autumn is autumn here
The air is crisp
Chimney smoke perfumes the evening air
The roads are uneven
Slippery with pine needles
Childhood memories, distant
Home

Listen
the wind in the trees
My favorite sound
Frosty air leaks through the old window
Trees bend.
Stars sparkle.
Open my window.
Open my door.

I am free.
I can love.