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Autumn’s Winter

Posted on November 26, 2015 Updated on November 15, 2015

We love each other as day and night,
As Autumn to Winter,
the tree bares leaves,
Holding its breath as it knows Autumn is near,
Soon the leaf changes color,
From Green to Red,
From Red to Orange,
Soon it withers Brown,
love is felt,
Forever in a dream until the wind takes the fruit of its harvest,
With leaves tightly nestled,
It fears the loss of being lost,
Alone,
Still it dreams,
In Memberance of it’s touch,
In Memberance of it’s embrace,
Each moment seeping deeper into the next,
Soon Winter brings the closure of these feelings,
As they are close,
Their mouths speak as if the last time,
The air around them remains silent,
Still it whispers,
Day becomes night,
Hiding whats truly felt,
Silent cries that present themselves as each moment was never truly promised,
Still it looks on,
Everlasting,
It’s branch still reaching for its touch,
Lusting to feel the caress of the leaf,
Questioning if Autumn really meant it well,
Searching for Winter’s purpose,
The Sun that burn’s through the day symbolizes its love everlasting,
Without hands to grasp, still it feels,
As it Wishes for legs to walk,
To grasp the leaf for it’s fallen,
It’s eyes move down as such a feeling can’t be presented,
Rooted,
With tear filled eyes,
We love each other as day to night,
As Autumn to Winter,
Lost forever in a dream

– Kewayne Wadley

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I Wonder… Where Are You Now?

Posted on November 25, 2015 Updated on November 15, 2015

In the evening of the day when all is peaceful and subdued,
I gaze upon the West horizon… copper, gold, and crimson hued.
Swansdown clouds fly blushing pinkly; trailing amber as they fold;
far above, the first stars twinkle… ushering twilight…
soft and cold.

l wonder… where are you now?

Autumn is the time of sunsets; flaming pageants in the skies.
Autumn was our special season… we were young…
but, how time flies.
Golden days and Golden memories; first romance…
without a care;
love and laughter in the Beech-woods…
tumbling leaves and tumbling hair.

l wonder… where are you now?

Yet, far too soon, our pathways parted;
young love tends to end like this.
No anger… no recriminations;
just goodbye… and one last kiss;
Then, you were gone… no cause for sorrow,
it was fun… no need for tears;
but, you were beautiful…
your memory
shadowed me down through the years.

l wonder… where are you now?

Down the years, I’ve sometimes tarried
in those Beech-woods that we knew;
kicking up the golden leaves,
where, once we loved… an age ago.
The hope of my heart was, you would be happy…
all your dreams, you might fulfil;
the hope of my heart that you walk in sunshine evermore…
continues still.

l wonder… where are you now?

As l approach my Autumn years,
my golden memories sometimes cast
back to those golden, Autumn Beech-woods,
far away; and so long past.
And, watching one more glorious sunset
fading down to velvet night,
l smile, as l remember you…
not out of mind…
just out of sight.

l wonder… where are you now?

– Dream Weaver

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Welcome

Posted on November 24, 2015 Updated on November 15, 2015

The raindrops come to feel your cheek,
like the autumn dawn feels the trees.
He whispers to the deceased he sees,
words mangled to his critique.
To his eyes you begin to sneak,
consciousness, oh so bleak. You see
the raindrops come to feel your cheek,
like the autumn dawn feels the trees.
Each syllable to caress your cheek,
he whispers now, for you he sees;
to his back, the autumn breeze.
The raindrops come to seem unique;
the raindrops come to feel your cheek.

– Daniel Yetman

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The Wind May Blow

Posted on November 23, 2015 Updated on November 15, 2015

Closing my eyes and tilting my head
Back into the wind
What could possibly top that?
A smile on my face
As Autumn caresses my face
Then concern, and panic
When the wind turns
The leaves blow away
Cementing the day
When our paper-thin crimson dreams
Rip at the seam
The leaves as they blow now
Showing us how
To remember glory is simply a dream
Buried in snow
Those leaves will never know
The beauty for which the world chased
Their autumn tide
Will be tossed aside
As soon as the snow begins to blow
The fraying autumn leaves
Will never, ever know
Be my autumn leaves
Be the snow
And teach me those beauty
Where only true strength
Will ever show.

– Riya Gangwar

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Precursor

Posted on November 22, 2015 Updated on October 27, 2015

dust mote settled in her eye
And fields were stirred by chilling winds.
The flakes of autumn swirling by

Formed flaming funnels in the sky.
Propelled, they dance and pirouette.
A dust mote settled in her eye.

It blinded her and made her cry.
Her tears traced shining tracks on skin.
The flakes of autumn swirling by

Were seen through dampness and a sigh
To realize soft summer’s end.
A dust mote settled in her eye

The day grew cold. The wind was high
She shivered drawing sweater tight
The flakes of autumn swirling by

Farewell to summer’s warmth and light
The flakes of autumn swirling by
A dust mote settled in her eyeecursor

– Beatrice Dahlen

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