autumn comes
thy will be done
lifeless leaves loose their grip
falling now for that final trip
swept to the shore by whispers of dreams
float away in swirls blue and green
soft subtle shadows rush to the night
calling your name in love's lost light
and so many memories of you
what am i to do
autumn comes
autumn comes
8 comments:
Oh, I like this very much. Well written.
Melanie
Beautiful! This image is unusual, surreal, dreamlike. Fits the poem perfectly.
words of change and more change - but with love, oh, the heart dares not think of change -
thank you melanie!
i found this image somewhere on the net and blew it up and then took a small detail and blew it up - and there it is - i agree, it seemed perfect for these words - thanks, trish!
A lovely tribute to the changing of seasons... and of life... and to the eternal fire of unrequited love. You are back, Jenean! And it is so delicious to be licked by the flame of your burning words. Welcome Home!!!
Nevine
this is lovely jenean and welcome home, i've missed you...hoping all is well in your world.
xo
oh, dearest nevine! your words do humble me so! and i thank you for them! i'll see you soon at your house of words divine, lady!
and lovely linda! how wonderful to be welcomed by you so soon! have thought of you and do hope your world treats you gently!!!
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