Parted became the miserable cloud,
Patronizing, droll, and tolerable,
Now made way for dull, vibrant, autumn proud,
Steps away from achievement gullible.
Like amateur pianists, I stumble,
And kinly to the fool, I laugh and live
For a lover yet to name, I pedal
Through the forest of solace clear, I live.
Falling leaves thunder ear, and stone-silent,
The quiet gravitates, like moon over.
I fear the clear air like dust-bunnies pent;
‘Till I forgo myself and world: one hare.
Will the veins of cowardice writhe and rot?
Simply, from gray origin: no, love wills it not.
Josie Fournier (She/Her) is a college student studying philosophy. As a being of queer understanding, gender identity is a major part of virtually all her work (However difficult to see). She loves poetry as she loves life, and tries to imbue her work with whatever she finds meaningful at any given moment in time.