I always looked forward to fall -- crisp air, beautifully colored landscapes, the wonder of how death promises renewal. It's somber and awe inspiring to know life will lay in its icy, white bed only to offer something more plentiful blooming with hope. It's a truth we can trust, like the sun setting and rising daily.
I found many loves in Autumn, making my heart swell with the potential of love everlasting. While the fires of a kindred few flamed out/faded away, one true love remained...poetry. An assemblance of words to evoke rememberances of the ones that got away in a backdrop of glorious promise, love's serendipitous return with each season.
Read where my beauties display haunting misery and potential bliss for one growing too old to savor the memory of tasting vibrant painted lips, or foggily recollect tender arms entwined in a lover's dance. When the last poem drops, I will close these doors forever.
Enjoy the simplicity of nature as provided by Robert Frost, and enjoy the brief audio as you follow along:
Leaf-shadowed crossroads
brightening
the longer I pause
indecisive
nearing an even tide
sun setting
knowing
I'm prompted to choose
when to push forward
gentle
into that good night
It won't matter
what road I travel
I feel an autumnal tide
washing me out of summer.
Humidity shudders.
Breezes brush lines of linen
where a child once played
in fading light.
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