On a Windy Field
by Ryan Chiang McCarthy
Red wheeling leaf I caught today
within my coat all puffed with air-
did I disturb your dying play
and stain your waning days with care?
You see, my earthy mind was not
in autumn but in windless things,
like plastic trees that never rot,
nor blaze in Fall, nor sing in Spring.
but I, so long forgetful of
the frenzied chill of falling days,
of gusty ways, hope now to rove
with you, to whirl and laugh away.
And now I’m not so heavy; see
my coat already flown and spurned;
the heavy clay of certainty
I shed upon the grass, unlearned.
I grasp your crackling stem- I think
I feel my feet depart the earth!
So you’ll carry me? To that brink
of time beyond decay and birth?
Where winds and sunbeams dream? The lake
of rainbows and the deathless tree
of endless orange- Ah! You break
and leave me, leaf of cruelty.
About Ryan: I’m an MG and YA fantasy writer and have just completed my first MG novel, Bells in the Mist. When not writing, I enjoy traveling with my wife and poring over quaint and curious volumes of forgotten lore.
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