When Autumn Comes
Confused silence swirls around my feet,
and the anguished summer leaves,
drunk with the morning dew,
are lingering limp.
Waiting for autumn
Preparing to crumble and mingle with earth
Somewhere beneath them
under the thunder and a tremulous sky
earth wears the scabs of old wounds
There are places that can't be forgotten...
corrupt with mourning
sprouting with questions
immersed with regret
hollowed with anger
and shadowed by trees of despair
Birch-bark faces, heads bent low, shadowed eyes
stone-cold voices, are carried in the wind,
held captive behind disguise
Mute birds watch without a song
The leaves will decay, green goes, and the eye forgets
But can the heart forget? Never....
How does one walk away
while pawing on the hard and bitter earth
of reason, remains impossible...?
Autumn comes
and autumn goes
I can only live in hope that baffled minds
will clearly see a winter sun
and give up blaming ... who?
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