Incandescent.

The gentle breeze

Like an autumn fall

The wind was tickling my fingertip

And the leaves sighed with a crisp

A snowman lay forgotten by a pile

The dust clouding up in my mind

The rain did a dance with my cheek

No one there to see me crying

All these seasons rushed in a blur

My head is aching

Cupping my chin

My wrist so fragile

So paper thin