Albany Pickering

“The Life & Death of Fall”

I was running down my road today with no rhyme or reason (Summers not my favorite season) When I smelled in the damp heavy air The smell of pure hot wood burning And it filled my lungs with an unsure yearning For those years when I was four Stumbling, unsteady, and still learning Breathing in the comforting smell of this summers’ leaves decaying And I remember hoping wishing praying For fall to stay a lit tle longer But the brute force of winter was always stronger And now I sit by fall’s deathbed while all around me, it ’s leaves are shed.

Albany Pickering (McCabe) - @albany.new.york - @the.aimless.muse

“I forgot

that for now anyways you need the dark to have the light you need to be blind to appreciate sight you need to be low to get to great heights you need to be sad to embrace a delight you need to be wrong to know when you’re right and to make it through the day you must first get through the night.”