Beneath the dusky grey sky
Of low scudding
clouds,
The ambient air was
damp
Blown in from the west
On the same storm fed
wind
That chased the clouds
Across the autumn sky
Beneath the dusky grey sky
Of low scudding
clouds,
The ambient air was
damp
Blown in from the west
On the same storm fed
wind
That chased the clouds
Across the autumn sky
In the dewy autumn meadow
I watch the dawn’s
first rays
Beginning to evaporate
the mist
In the majesty of
Autumn days
When we were kids in the autumn
My brother would hide
from view
Beneath a pile of
fresh fallen leaves
When winters bite is tamed
Spring brings forth
the shoots
Then summer scents the
flowers
And the autumn earns
the fruits
It was late autumn,
The season was dying
When she sat at his
bedside
Holding his hand
And quietly crying
As she spent that long
last hour
Saying her final
goodbye
When we were young
We began wandering
aimlessly
Through leafy
woodland.
We began when there
were only
The early buds of
spring
Wandering on through
The dappled shade of
summer
And its comforting
warmth
Onward then to the
fall
With its crimson hues
Now we embark beyond
The crunch of autumns
leaves
Into the cold metaphor
Of winters landscape
We still have each
other
But we also have
uncertainty
How much winter will
we see?
Fresh snow absorbed all sounds As it fell steadily on the landscape The quiet becoming eerily magical All hushed, peaceful and pri...