Poetry by Brianna Jean-Baptiste
The death of Summer, welcomes Fall.
The sun departs early, allowing
the moon to rise. Trees go bare
as leaves find new homes among
the ground. They dance gracefully
in the cool breeze, eager for change.
Reminding us that some
must fall to grow anew.
The death of Summer, welcomes Depression.
It blooms in darkness - stealing all light.
For monsters once hid in our closets,
now they inhabit our minds.
Like the seasons, we too endure storms,
but sunshine comes after. So, since Summer
has died – I hope Fall shows mercy on us.