Down from the hills through the trees by the brook
Seeking each brush filled cranny and nook
Old church yards sleeping bones
In dusty peace alone
Every breath you breathed
Was of me my love for yours
Though sad sighs the wind to the gray bleakened sky
With me your heir shall you fly
Come old man worry no more
Put your foot outside your door
Every breath you ever breathed
Was of me my love for yours
Fond Auld Lang Zynes hold I in store
The bad shall you fear no more
Lost in the charms of ageless lore
Where the clarion waters roar
Icy trinkles and tinkle clinkles
crystal trinkets implore
Every breath you ever breathed
Of me sweet love I adore
We will see the dying leaves
Their every breath of me and yours
Come old man put your foot out your door
I am that ancient poet of yore
(Nature has always been the greatest poet,
while i live in a fool's paradise, writing
about how I think things ought to be
instead of how things really are.)
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a lovely poem. It's sadness, reminiscence bring it to life, as if the wind really does breathe life for this ikd lover.
Your use of words does indeed bring poetic note to this superb write
I'll surely be reading more of your work
ramblin
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This is lovely.I like all of it but what really stands out for me is the last verse.Really like the references to cat and October.Montey
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Hello Umi. Thank you for the comment on "The Winds of October." Such an encouraging comment.
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The second stanza stands out the most to me. This poem to a friend or lover is so sweet, and it is nice to see someone who writes their poem so beautifully with their heart. Excellent write and please keep up the beautiful poetry!
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