Dream me in rowanwreathed autumnforest days
where shimmering clings near the sleeping fields
meanwhile a broken mist stumbles, lifts ― Rises

And a silent rain sweeps ― The bonfire hisses

Travelling mist covered

And soon it dawns again ― Again

Watching wilderness, playing with dry leaves,
eating my thistles carefully and gifting smiles
beneath days of past in mirrored greyish skies

And have alone been stuck ― Where Time stopped

The almost unnoticed waves in the mountain creek
are listening near to the pleasing small drops of rain,
watching this forest thin slowly with this Autumn
and knew these leaves would fall in here ― Again

Travelling mist covered ― Traceless
And soon it dawns again ― Again
Reached an early marsh under slow leaf falling,
herein may serenity caress and milden

You, Autumnland, are Death's lost portent
And soon a winternightwind was heard calling

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Written on 2016-11-26 at 11:15

Tags Autumn  Death  Time 

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. Interesting language.