Autumn
Added 2019-11-19 20:03:55 +0000 UTCAutumn
She meets me with her
Cheshire smile,
Sober eyes and
An economy of words.
Empty docks
A splash of fire
And a snow sky.
Turn the page.
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You are my autumn
The dawn of my darkness.
The spring time of eternal sleep.
The golden hour of death.
You are my autumn,
My still and silent harbor
Gilt mirror of deep, cold water.
The last flames of fertility
As they settle into a halcyon
Of sweet repose.
You are my autumn,
The pastoral sigh
Of summers harvest.
The crimson moon
Rising against the remarkable blaze
Of a setting sun.
You are my autumn,
The copper chorus
Whose singing wintry winds
Rosin rich, red ribbons
Into dark, beryl forests
Autumn
A touch of cold,
A blush of gold,
Let the frost take hold.
-JPG & MMD
Photography by JPGorecki
