Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Autumn Poem

The new morning light - so final it seems
Long shadows remembering everything

Love is perpetually saying goodbye
As it rises to enflame decay

The dying leaves become the sun
As if they're being born

This place between
We call it "Time"

Where memory can't free itself
And being is unseen

We hold on to its sunlight
Like the body we so desperately need

For fear that it will go away
In the night

A leaf floats down so quietly
I almost hear a sound

1 comment:

Jack said...

Leaf becoming sun...I imagined tracking a leaf's flight, losing it to a sudden background of giant star.

Catching up with your recent posts, I did notice different facets of an autumnal theme. Fantastic to read, as autumn is my favorite season.