Autumn Strolls And Seasonal Observations

[drummondo]

I wrote the majority of this as a text message in my phone last night, because I was in bed, kept awake by the wind, and couldn't find a pen.

 

Autumn Strolls And Seasonal Observations

 

The cold breeze bites, and frosts our very sight,

Enough to bring a tear to one's eye,

With waves of wind cracking against our backs,

And dead leaves surfing silently upon the autumn sky.

 

Their scarves of red, wrapped round, for mother said

"You'll catch your death", but still they play their games,

And tag their mates, a child's control of fate,

Amid the blend of silent leaves, and screaming of their names.

 

And in the wake of wind, upon the lake,

The ripples rolling rapidly across

The water, try to show that in the sky,

The clouds move just as quickly, though they lack the liquid's gloss.

 

Along the tree-lined road, in sadness, we

March slowly through the lifeless leaf parade,

And comment on the beauty ranging from

"They look so peaceful", to "I liked the range of reds they made."

 

Imagine, when the time comes and you then

Pass on, to words like "How the white of fear

And sadness lies in unconnected eyes,

And joins the pale, drained face he wears, now bland; devoid of cheer."

 

For you shall know the envy of the trees,

As we find beauty in the death of green,

Such picturesque scenes, toyed with by the breeze,

A massacre of red, yet so serene.

For jealousy would haunt the minds of ghosts,

Could they return to life in thought alone,

And, vengeful apparitions in the night,

As autumn mists amidst the failing light

And falling leaves, may bring themselves to tears

For even plotting crimes against the pure

Resplendant glory of an autumn leaf,

However hestitant its graceful drop.

 

The listless leaves are weakened as they weave

Their weary path away from tree-tops, tall,

Laughter was once childish innocence,

But now it mocks and ridicules; just watch the children fall.

Edited October 21, 2004 by drummondo

[Mira]

The imagery is overwhelming.

 

Hopefully I'll post a more detailed analysis later.

[drummondo]

Is "Overwhelming" a good thing or a bad thing? :\

[Mira]

Good overwhelming! Its as if I am actaully in the world that you paint with your words. I can almost see the leaves and feel the wind.