I love an autumn for what it is:
Its shapeless rugs and falling leaves,
Its chilling air from ocean breeze,
And longing nights of broken dreams.
I love the color of reddened sky
With cooling winds somewhere to die.
I love the sense of moisten ground,
By shameless rain yet to be found.
What lives on earth by fall has fallen,
To cover shame of its mistakes,
And once again I lost my lover,
Drowned his soul for his own sake.
I did not ask of him to love me,
I did not ask for bigger wings,
I asked of river that ran below me
To tighten harder its only strings.
I love an autumn for what it is,
A quite whisper of fallen leaves
To cover hissing of shattered dreams.
December 2004
Autumn
© Copyright: Slimka, 2005
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