01-22-2016, 03:53 AM
The buzzing of electric light
illuminates the cold campus sidewalks.
The autumn wind quakes the aspens,
evicting leaves from their summer abodes.
The buildings made of cinder blocks
echo the heavy footsteps of my boots
in calming rhythmic symphony
with memories of childhood events;
back when the whole world was greener,
rather than this bleak and gloomy darkness,
the clouds spattered dew on the grass,
and the sun shone on our grinning faces.
Instead of reminiscing, now,
I wonder if the bills were paid on time,
if I locked the door to my car,
and if dinner will be takeout again.
The pattering of untied boots
with laces bouncing upon leather tongues
reminds me of the better days:
when laughter was the currency of youth.
-BW BRINE
illuminates the cold campus sidewalks.
The autumn wind quakes the aspens,
evicting leaves from their summer abodes.
The buildings made of cinder blocks
echo the heavy footsteps of my boots
in calming rhythmic symphony
with memories of childhood events;
back when the whole world was greener,
rather than this bleak and gloomy darkness,
the clouds spattered dew on the grass,
and the sun shone on our grinning faces.
Instead of reminiscing, now,
I wonder if the bills were paid on time,
if I locked the door to my car,
and if dinner will be takeout again.
The pattering of untied boots
with laces bouncing upon leather tongues
reminds me of the better days:
when laughter was the currency of youth.
-BW BRINE