Chronically Elle

I wrote this poem two years ago (and I happened to have a broken hand when I wrote it, but ironically that is not what inspired it). It was originally titled “Autumn Tree Anatomy,” but I think I like “October Bones” better. I really don’t know for sure what it’s about but I think it sounds cool and is perfect for fall so interpret however you would like :).

October Bones by Elle Noecker

My October bones are fragile 

Taunting me 

As if to snap 

                     like branches 

any moment. 

Leaves of the 

past Fall

miscellaneous in 

patterns on the ground 

Like pages of a banned book 

Despised

Discarded 

                as good as

Dead

                like the tree they stemmed from. 

My October bones are broken.

But with every drop

Of icy rain on 

this September skin

worn out;

I see Sun of Spring 

in my reflection.