Autumn delight

For a long time
I stand still
below the clouds of autumns light

deeply as the air
I dream
I see
yellow skirts of birches
raised by aging of the fall
trunks veiled timidly
where fog softens heights
and haze illusions umber fields

distant trees drawn namelessly
in the unknown grey

hidden behind shreds of mist
straws are golden brown
in between
grass soon sprouting
springly-green

wind come undulate
the mystifying air of distance
unveil the jewelry of leaves



Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2005-12-30 at 16:31

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penfold18
Below the clouds of autumns light, what a beautiful phrase, it says it all my friend excellent work :-))
2005-12-30