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A Wallflower Autumn

Autumn has forever been my favourite season. To me it’s such a pure time o the year, almost like a fresh cleansing after the heat and humidity of Summer. The smells, the sounds, the colours – the mornings especially are my favourite times. I’m not a morning person – more so in Winter for obvious reasons! However, a morning in Autumn is breathtaking enough to melt the frost on any tired eye.

These two poems are an expression of this love I have for Autumn.

The first is an Acrostic poem – my first EVER! This was so much fun to write and I hope you enjoy it.

The second is a poetic narrative of my morning walks to work through my local streets of London. As a Wallflower, music is my cocoon, particularly while outside. I love to drown out the noise and envelope myself in the views to the sounds I love. They add a soundtrack to my stride, which then becomes a strut as I get more into the beat!

Any way I do hope you like them! I’d love yo hear your thoughts – not just on my pieces but also on what you love about this season.


Equinox Lust

Autumn 1

Each step my foot springs on earth damp from dew

Quivering leaves of gold and bronze cascade to the ground

Using the wind they dance to a song with no sound

I bask in the low sun as it beams through branches

New seasons bring light to new second chances

Over are the long days; the sun sets at curfew

X marks the spot of my life lust renewed


Sounds of Autumn

The sun rises low at dawn break
The first morning of Autumn I awake
The quiet air crisp with a chill so slight
Windows glisten in the cold morning light
My walk is paved with trees of gold
The city heart soars in this season so bold
Crimson, honey a portrait so rich
Warmth and chill at an Equinox pitch
Windscreens and cobwebs drip with crystal dew
This morning brings a hope renewed
My breath so warm escapes like a ghost
It swirls with the leaves – that I love the most
This season of colour – a new type of spring
Children in crisp shirts and new school bling
The lust of Summer is yesterday’s news
This is clear when you escape the scenic views
As commuters and mums jostle in the traffic
Road rage brawls have no demographic
Cars, buses and bikes on roads compacted
While I stroll alongside undistracted
Sirens and car horns may be music for the city
But my headphones blare in resistant audacity
And in my Autumn cocoon I continue to float
Every morning in this season upon which I dote

 London Autumn

Author:

My body remains on the sidelines watching, while my mind roams around the room, taking in the world around her. I am a wallflower. There could be two reasons for this: It could be due to me being an introvert or just that I am a Cancerian! I’m Cece Alexandra and I am so honoured that you’ve been led to delve into my thoughts here in this blog! I would describe myself as a Wallflower which is why I use words to express my deepest – and sometimes darkest - thoughts. Words have always been my strongest method of expressing myself. Growing up I always wanted to be a writer, however life and circumstances chipped away at my confidence until there was nothing left. Without words, I could no longer express myself. I am also Epileptic. Since being diagnosed, I have realised that my deepest fear is the day I am finally on my deathbed, haunted by the overwhelming regret that I never achieved my God-given potential. This realisation forced me to take a step of faith and put myself out there. Yes it makes me vulnerable, however within the process I not only want to be an inspiration to myself; I want to be an inspiration to other women – to be whatever you want to be. Embrace the fear and doubt and utilise that as the fuel you need to push through! Life is for living to the fullest. Life is for loving, for living true to yourself and to the people around you. Life however, can also be crippling, dark and overwhelming. But you are not alone. This thought alone is what will help you get up from the ground.

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