Christmas Eve & Autumn Forest by Jay Barnham

christmas eve-

I'm scared, silent movements on the roof,
down the chimney,
snow compressing to the floor,
Noises trailing,
out your window, in your house,
on the stairs, at your door, in your room,
he knows when you are sleeping
and awake.


Autumn Forest-

Her long smokey brown hair drapes along the leaves, crisp and dead on the soil. Clothes to camoflauge herself with the browns of the autumn forest, no sound comes from her lips, just a whistle like the wind. Her face was soft, beaming brown eyes and pink full lips. She grasps books and reads under trees, sitting in the comfort of crimpling leaves. Small feat with burgundy doll shoes and wooden bangles running along her wrists. Taking small leaps and light steps, controlling her movements around the forest she loves. She is tired, wants to leave, but her time is not up yet.