Autumn Monologue

It’s been lonely here without your presence. I’ve been living the colony of Virginia. Life here has been really hard. I thought that coming to the new World would be easier since it new and different, but it’s been getting harder by every minute of everyday. You need to work really hard to get what you want. You have to raise your own crops, sell them so that you can get money, and then pay taxes. Sir William Berkeley, the governor here, just made some new rules. He became unpopular with small farmers and frontiersman and made restrictions on the right to vote, pay higher taxes, lower the tobacco prices, and the lack of protection from the Native Americans’, Indians, attacks. With these new rules, everyone has been suffering. I

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

However beautiful it is, though, the magic of fall is in its transitory nature. Leaves from green turn yellow, turn orange, turn red to brown - until they're on the ground. Trees strip down to almost nothing. Warm wind turns chilly until it's got teeth that bite. Put out your tongue to catch a leaf but by then, it's too late - turns out, you've caught a snowflake.

When the Evil Queen, in full Enchanted-Forest-esque get up, whirls into her empty Sheriff's office, Emma tries not to blink. She hadn't felt easy about Regina destroying... Regina... And it didn't look like the heart-crushing stuck this time – if the Queen staring at her was any indication.

I sit out under an old Oak tree in my garden, taking in the last of it 's beauty as Autumn gladly welcomes itself in. A slight breeze streams past, knocking amber leaves from their branches and sending them to swim throughout the crisp air.

Crumpled newspapers scattered the table like the bones of dead bodies after war. Windows wiped down of memories huddled between oak frames, facing a street with cosy cottages. Single embroidered carpets hugged the floor, covering the marble tiles in delicate silk. A whisper of wind floated in through cracks of the panes of glass, whispering it's songs of misery throughout the house. I breathed in gulps of air, allowing the icy coolness to fill my lungs, and the morning frost creep out. My glistening blue eyes presented purple bags, and my sleek hair was a tangled cobweb. My feet dragged along the stone floor like the walking of the undead. I’d been up all night, searching and seeking for answers.

I owe you a thanks. For being my favorite big brother ever. You’re my day one. My chauffer. My protector. My supporter. My role model. You’re all these things and more.

The cool autumn trees blew into the wind and my feet took me slowly to place i didn't want to be. My mothers house.

I stand atop the glistening mountain, unable to comprehend my senses. My eyes are overwhelmed as they attempt to absorb everything, though they can never see it all. The snow-covered peaks stand alone, yet together, rising and falling in the distance until they meet the horizon. The clouds shiver and cry; their frozen tears drift by me, occasionally touching my face and rolling down my cheeks. The mountain pines are wrapped in a white silhouette. The aspens maintain an empty luster; their rustling amplifies the feeling of isolation. My ears ring from the whistling breeze which fades into white noise. A burning sensation fills my lungs as I inhale, the blistering scent always having been a favorite of mine. As I flex my toes, I detect the motion, but do not feel the sensation of my skis floating over the sea of winter. I am home.

The helplessness I felt as I sat clenching my head in the murky, brisk night. The words “ I will always love you no matter what”, repeatedly played in my head like my favorite melody. The feeling of your hands riveting my face as you gave me one last kiss overwhelmed me with heartache. The pessimistic stare you gave me as you proceeded to say, in a sorrow manner, “Goodbye Jo”, haunted me forever. The moment I never thought would come about came into prospective right then, you were no longer mine.

There’s a little crunch as I step on the colorful dead leaves. It’s quiet and alone in the little park. I decided to take a stroll earlier. The smell of fresh rain clears my head of all its problems. The sun begins to peek through the gray clouds.

It had been a very long day, but now I sit at rest. Today was the first day Slade took me out to ride. I was relaxing in the garage before he came up the sidewalk and rolled me up into the trailer and then we left. It was awhile before we arrived but I was with the other two so I was fine.

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.

My day begins again with a drone of the same ringtone of the alarm. Getting up to open the window forgetting about the same old raven bird that stares at me with its whole black eyes sending you into a black spiral. The sense of nostalgia hits, rain leaves its own scent like the scent of an ex-lover’s. After all eternity doesn’t wait for the past to catch up, you just keep on going with your life as I have. Making my way to the kitchen I avoid all the papers on the floor scattered like a tornado threw up and shredded its life. My hands twitches to grab the phone eager to check for the ghost messages and calls. Putting down my arm as soons as it raises “don’t do it”. I turn in circles to find someone but in its leave was nothing. “ I know” I whispered to no one. The hallway was filled with darkness except for one room whose light was slowly dimming. Darting past the shadowed hands reaching for me I went into the room. Searching for that dark grey raincoat that was hung up on a hanger in the half empty closet.

The vivid sunset melts scarlet, gold and violet together to capture the sight of her hot chocolate. The birds serenade my ears from afar. The autumn leaves forced to dance by the chilly breeze, as it dances with my hair. As the cool breeze sways around it slightly brushes against my lips leaving a salty, but sweet taste behind. The grass, splashed with the cologne of Petrichor, trying to court my hand and legs. She broke all love connections to look down the hill as the horns screamed at each other.