Autumn Light

The Autumn light reflects in shadowed gold,

and scarlet dance of leaf entwined, 

unfolding through the burnished branch and twig;

a dreaming into Winter’s chilling mind.

It’s like a mirror image of my wounded soul,

a minuet of sorrow thus divined,

which falls in scattered dance, delivered hurts;

a crumpled drift of what must surely die.

In melancholy moments all is written slow,

reminder of the change which Life demands,

and how the heart will hear the season’s song;

the notes which play on fingers of the past.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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