A letter.

A letter.
Dear Mother,
You know a girl who loathes the cold but glories in the snow; you know me, born with a sunshine heart but shamefully protected by the icy walls created by society.
I know a boy who speaks of eternal summers with an autum colored voice, once cold as frost. Each night he coaxes me whit his whispery, falling leaves manner into tasting the sea salt air. He lulls me quietly to calm in his whirlwind questioning of life.I tell him he's a Saint, and when I taste that sugar coated doubt I remind him:
You've already saved me.
His tone warms to spring time; he calls me Hunny and I laugh.
Dear Mother,
I know a boy who talks of eternal summer, and mean me.
He knows a girl who talks about seasons, and knows she means change.

[special thanks to kimi for editing this.]

Autum Leaves (Just Like You)

Autum Leaves (Just Like You)

Autum leaves spill
crimson red,
tainting the mountain
of my love for you.

With jagged edges of mishap-
impossible to grasp.

I see my favorite butterfly fleeing south.
It is stark and starling against the sunset.
Vision in a dew drop tear that has found its way
to the flower of your last name.

As I fall again-
to an internal winter.

I am from... (ALL you every needed/wanted to know about me)

I am from a moon lit cloud,
and a slightly marred silver lining.
I am from the memories and mistakes,
that make me who I am.

I am for being the youngest.
From the lessons learned by being the baby,
being the last, of seven children.

I am for that famous blue box,
the only thing as a kid I'd eat.

I am from that dirt road,
it took us to the river every summer day.
I am for swift currents and good swimmers.
I am one fo three cousins who swam across the Deleware.
Who made it, to the muddy other side.

From my father's history lessons.
His mocking of my math.
My stepmother's mood-swings
and her cooking lessons.

I am both for and from, Quiet country churches.
Where you know everyone's name.
Where the fellowship halls fill with laughter.
the kind of comfortable laughter,
that you can find nowhere else.

I am from french lessons on tape,
in the kitchen with mom.
At a time when we were both learning.
From her uttered foregin phrases,
countless ways to say please and thank you.
I am from her strict belief that if nothing else,
I would be polite, no matter where i was.

I am from John Travolta nights,
and checkers until sunrise.
(at a time when mommy wouldn't let you win,
she swore,
but deep down, you knew she went easy on you.)

I am from the six foot four wrestler,
who guided my childhood.
With his antecdotes and facts.
The so called realities of "growing up"

I am from he, dennis,
my most treasured older brother,
who taught me NEVER to grow up.

I am from hippies, yanks and honky tonks
From southern gentlemen with soothing accents
and northern buisnessmen with clipped r's

I am for free spirits and dreamers,
For romantics in tune with reality.
for falling stars, stacks of notebooks,
and long stemmed roses.

I am for rolling down hills, at any age.
For playing in snow, especially the first.
I am for the artists,
making it in a mechanical world.

I am from candles and incense,
From nights spent pouring over it,
that white book, with gold edges,
my bible... and not finding the answers.

I am from thousands of books, complimented,
by hundreds upon hundreds of poems.
From Voltaire and Shakespeare.
From philosophy to fantasy.

I am for late, full moon nights,
when im the only cloud in the sky.
For sitting on my roof at midnight,
and the silence that inspires me.

I am from Self Reliance, Emerson, and Poe.
I am for those great people in life,
who are clearly misunderstood.
Because "to be great is to be missunderstood..." right?

I am for painting pictures with words,
poetic justice in all its irony.
For rebels with causes.
For great listeners, or blank paper, which ever works for you.

I am for the art of language.
For people who risk being judged,
and bare their souls to the world, regardless.
For music with lyrics, and music without.

I am for fights with purpose,
For make-ups and break-ups and loves, long lost.
I am from the broken engagements,
and tragic disasters,
of a teenage girl.

I am for reality checks,
when you realize suddenly,
that you've got it all wrong.