On the edge of the Autumn wind
sailed the end of the beginning
Old man time's hand was turning
waiting for Winters wanting hand.
Gnarled fingers gripping the heart
trying to stifle the very life
the very life we hold so dear
well out of our desperate reach
The sun rose in hues of reds and golds
Summers days numbered slowly and surely
as sure as it dies in the bloody west
the evenings drawing near my beloved
A log on the fire spits its resentment
hissing and cracking up at the inevitable
knowing full well that once which was
that will surely be no more in time
As my breath is seen to be escaping
on the edge of the Autumn wind
it's as though my Soul is sighing
great-full for the fact the end is near
I watch the breeze steal weakened leaves
playing as a kitten would a mouse
turning it this away and that away
teasing very the life and soul out of it
Gently laying on the cold hard earth
frozen in the throes of decay and death
just going through the cycles motion
of transforming something into nothing
Then the waiting always with the waiting
for the applause of mans frozen hands
that will stand in ovation of Mother Nature
as she makes something out of nothing again
Author notes
I read LustNPleasure's poem about Autum and this came to heart and mind.
I hope you like it
Written November 5th, 2005
What did you think
Comments
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I hope the Summer wind brings lots of good things for you
Mari
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Beautifully sweet
Beauty of a piece my friend...The last stanza gripped hard and definitely brought out much emotion...
Different piece I have read from you but love the emotions you pen...
YOU have a way with words and I commend you for sharing them..
Bravo to you for all you do~
Thank you for sharing this piece
and much love~Desire
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Exceptional write sir,the discription in the 3rd stanza are just remarkable.I love the comparisons,wonderful words painting an instant picture.
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