All Alone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

I sit all alone

In the darkness

On a two-step aluminum ladder

With a black rubber cushion on the top rung

It’s probably meant to thwart a tripping hazard

Tonight though, it’s cushioning my tired & aching bones

As I haul deeply from the ice cream cake flavored joint

That I’m smoking on the back deck

As I listen to the sounds of the forest


I sit all alone

The tall and mighty old oak trees surround me

Their leaves are always the last to fall

Stubborn, maybe even resentful

That once again, winter is almost upon us

The many hues of yellow, orange & red leaves

That surrounded me for the last few weeks

Have now all fallen

Leaving the forest exposed


I sit all alone

With the trees now naked & grey

Those same fallen leaves paint the forest floor

Temporarily, of course

As those vibrant colors of fall

Will soon fade to brown and disintegrate

Completing another annual cycle

The chipmunks and squirrel’s race

Against the clock to collect their winter harvest


I sit all alone

The forest is so quiet in the middle of the night

With the stars shining brilliantly

There’s no smog from the endless lines of traffic

Fresh, crisp air enters and fills my nostrils

I breathe in life

Exhaling plumes of blue-grey smoke

Into the darkness

On this, the first night of November



Submitted: November 04, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Elizabeth 'Wild' Roberts. All rights reserved.

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