Orange Crush
Orange Crush by Jon Jividen
A late October wind blows warm, wicked and arrogant;
rising from the South.
Sheets of fitful rain ride with the wind;
pelting all in its path into submission.
Rain and wind paw, tug and pull at the flaming trees;
tearing their leaves of conflagration free from groping limbs,
setting them to sail like blobs of molten lava.
The air is filled with colors…..flying, twisting, frolicking;
beckoning me to join them in their freefall dance.
I stand at the threshold; heart racing….
racing with blood as scarlet as the leaves;
breath as fitful as the wind……drenched as deep as the rain
in a magic I cannot escape.
The storm of October beckons for me, pulling at all senses;
whispering to my soul.
I long to go….to fall, race and ride among the fury of color;
joining into the wild abandon of the storm…
to disappear into its rage and beauty.
I reach tentatively to take its hand
and am pulled into its rush;
feeling the embrace of its silken orange crush.
JON JIVIDEN
OCT. 08