an autumn poem?

Leaves gather at the edge of the field

Like old friends reassuring.

The confidence of summer

Has given way to the sobriety

Of all things becoming temporary and impalpable,

Throughout summer I command my days

Now I am a beggar-

Chilled and disillusioned

I find a path among the leaves

And Orion begins his arc overhead.


Kim said...

I really like your poem and the picture you posted is really beautiful too!

nickbontorno@hotmail.com said...

thank you Kim. You know those mountains.

Mairi dhubh said...

This photo is stunning! It doesn't look real...so beautiful. I like your poem too. It is autumn that can inspire so well.

Nachtseele said...

nice poem, like your style.

greets from german woods