A bed of Leaves

We strolled, I don't remember where now;
time plays such funny tricks that places
blend and all the colours mix together,
I can't high tune my hectic senses.

We talked about death, as stray drops
spattered through the trees, it was
Autumn and we walked a bed of leaves.

The dogs ran before us, making piles
of underfoot debris fly, just to fall, the
silent echo in a wood somewhere.

They say the mind blocks out,
protects us from ourselves, but oh
if I could just walk again with you;
instead I only dream of ghostly trails.

We talked of death, you held my hand
it was Autumn and the ground was covered;
Our steps muffled, walking on a bed of leaves.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-26 at 16:57

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful. I keep rereading certain stanzas. Well done! :)

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem is an achievement. I concur with the praises already offered!

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully articulated, Elle. There’s melancholy but intimate and warm.

Love it!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm with Pony. The writing, the details, perfectly match the mood of the poem.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is just right, evocative of autumn, in nature and in life.