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.
4 comments:
I really like your poem and the picture you posted is really beautiful too!
thank you Kim. You know those mountains.
This photo is stunning! It doesn't look real...so beautiful. I like your poem too. It is autumn that can inspire so well.
nice poem, like your style.
greets from german woods
nachtseele
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