Lost To Autumn
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I thrive for summer, dancing free,
Yet, when autumn breathes a sigh -
Whispers deep, that voice, to me,
Shadows stretch to kiss goodbye
The nape of August, bound to die.
Seems the seasons know us best,
When we ache for change, it comes,
Bright-adorned, October"s breast -
Crimsons, umbers, scarlets, plums,
Shades cascade in countless sums.
Still, what speaks to me the most -
Sharp and keen, that mistral, fall,
Shoulders back a youthful ghost,
Dressed as then, in passion's pall,
Waiting, breathless, for her call ...
Then, as now, my heart so beat
For the hope to catch her gaze,
'Twas only there I was complete,
Lost within her wondrous ways ...
Lost to love ... those autumn days.
Submitted on January 31, 2019
To the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 14" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2018