These clattering leaves dance in
Iron winds on the tired tarmac,
Autumn's death rattle for the year,
Heralding vicious frost swords and
A freezing of the world in negative.
Melancholy greets me like an old friend,
Trusted company for Winter's trudge,
Knowing well my quietness and the
Strange weight that draws my eyes to
Thin and dismal light on the dim horizon.
His embrace burdens me with old
Memory and a longing for redemptive
Spring's energetic and playful charms,
For bursts of life and arrogant sun,
For fresh rain to wash away the gloom.
22nd November 2017
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
