Come to the meadow just you only,
Where autumn weaves her spell;
On hills and purple moorlands lonely,
Where the magic of her presence dwells.
Beneath blue sky and fields of heather,
With soft humming of honey bees.
And I'll hold you, just us two together,
To share the scent of autumns leaves.
We’ve time to share asters in the meadow,
With all that we love best;
With the swallows wings and your shadow,
And summer's grass that built the nest.
To hold and hear the soft wind singing,
To see your hair tossed and blown;
And meet the bluebird softly winging,
Through heaven and earth, we too fly alone.
those breezes do tickle. unchained and pale
A lonesome autumn leaf prepare to fall
A dull morning where all yawning do fail
to cleanse empty spaces of crowded souls
Autumns cruel nights and early morning chill
brings void to life for young hearts to detest
This cold reckless dawn seems to linger still
untill yesterday's dreams lay down to rest
blank faced and senseless does tomorrow seem?
for no signs of joy this mighty wind tells
will the sunshine blossom a rose to gleam?
will the stormy thunder roar down and kill?
yet in the ashes of the past we crave
an autumn for a lost soul to get saved
Memories Of Love
Memories of a love so very long ago lost
The scent of your hair willing my senses
The look in your eyes as you clung to me in a thunderstorm
Your voice as you spoke my name and said “I love you”
That first kiss in the coolness of a autumn morning
The dance we had where you stepped all over my feet
Your first cooked meal and the special taste of charcoal
The talks we had that lasted until the sun rose above the horizon
Making love on the beach as the last vestiges of light filled the western sky
The smile on your face when you agreed to be mine
The tears you had when we had our first fight
The way you laughed when I said it was all my fault
Those are memories from a love that started before time
A love that grew through all of history
A love that now is fading to the past
Except for memories
• Autumn's Rain
when I feel the Autumn rain
watching as it hits the ground
I sit back and think
of the new love I've found
feeling the cool winds power
as it blows thru the trees
I inhale deeply as the energy there
flows all throughout me
I think of your eyes like fairy dust
glittering green in the sun
such soft kisses with the sweetest breath
a breath I breathe in
and try to get enough
of you inside of me and me in you
a lover's holy union, so beautiful, so true
interfacing spirits that can't be ignored
weaving imaginary webs around our bond
a delicate blend of love and beyond
our imaginations we travel to a higher realm
of consciousness and awareness of spirituality
awaiting the deepest of love
to be unveiled
I love all that you are all that is you
my love, mi amour
Reunited
He went on many years before her
Leaving her all alone
Lately her sadness and loneliness
Had only seen to grown
For fifty years they’d been together
Walking side by side
Now her desire to go on with him
Has dried up and died
Her days seemed so long
Her mind unoccupied
In a rocking chair, in a darken room
From the world she tired to hide
Memories as company
Tears would fill her eyes
She had the need to be with him
She couldn’t say good-bye
Then one bright autumn morning
Her wishes did come true
Her body went to rest
And her soul quickly flew
Reunited with her loved one
She no longer had to wait
When she appeared
He was waiting at the gate
I write –
on autumn leaves,
when the sun is
alive
The grass
is still
fragrant.
And you are a dream which
I won’t
tell about.
My eyes are collecting colorful rains.
As in the mad years,
when
I ran with a cloth
to bandage the light.
The wings have left
and the golden sparkles which
you are writing with today,
without even knowing…
A shed
feather of Fudjiama.
Beneath the Maple
Her smile lit the autumn scene
With leaves of rust and gold
Which fell beneath the maple tree
Left standing in the cold
Each leaf a little lie he told
To hide his inner pain
And now they fall like drops of ice
In freezing winter rain
So like the lonely maple tree
Beneath the stormy sky
He stands in darkness all alone
And begins to wilt and die
Her smile was the sunshine
The warm fulfilling glow
That gave him strength and courage
To live his life and grow
Yet deep inside he felt a shame
That he could not control
So he hid behind a thousand leaves
And would not bare his soul
Its funny how the maple tree
Is hidden from the sun
Until she is so far away
That his leaves all come undone
He will try so hard to reach her
Standing naked in his mess
So cold inside without her
As he’s trying to confess
He cannot live without her
He’s finally seen the light
And nothing comes before her
She is all that’s in his sight
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
An Autumn Day along the Bay
I dream about a special place
Where you and I are one
We walk beneath the autumn trees
Below the setting sun
Side by side and hand in hand
We walk along the bay
I turn and look into your eyes
And then I hear you say
Our love will last forever
But here I want to stay
Don't worry about tomorrow
Let us just enjoy today
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Cartilage Cartridge Carthage
Spread my skin around your city limits
And sow these Dragon Teeth to reap my heart
Apple red lace, apple sweet lips, apple techie, apple allergy
Let's play Adam and Eve and make faces at the devil, because we own this Tree
My fingers plow the earth and pluck your laughter off of autumn branches made of purple ties and navy sweatpants,
water the butterfly's palm with these kisses and tether the sun to the pier so you can light up the day and night at
once.
Where I might somewhere be speaking birds out of my mouth, I'd much rather here have this butterfly land on my
lips and silence my.
In a while,
in a second
and rain is pouring down.
One expectation like an Alpine horn
and you hardly,
hardly
are alive.
With your little hollows you're listening
to the Labyrinth.
And I have no knowledge.
And I have no map.
But the long movement of moss on the skin
of obelisks.
The calm waters are unleashing into me
and the chestnuts are putting white candles on
(and the autumn is a palm).
Wings, raising
upwards and
upwards...
I'm calling you by name.
There’s a nip in the air and it’s time to be scary
as goblins and gremlins abound;
monsters, the un-dead, in hideous costumes
who stumble, yet don’t make a sound.
But Hannah and he went as Arthur and Guinevere,
friends ever since second grade,
thinking that they would get oodles of loot
for the lovable couple they made.
Appealing to parents, romantics at heart,
who had suffered too much from the gore,
they were stately and regal, dressed up to the nines,
representing two sweethearts of yore.
Judging by weight, and the shape of their booty,
they got way far more than their share,
jack o’ lanterns were sputtering, sparklers died out
as they strolled, hand in hand, through the square.
Sifting through carefully, sorting their stuff,
he was looking for two Hershey’s Kisses,
he found two in bottom, beneath a crushed Kit-Kat,
an omen, a moment of bliss.
They ate them in silence as he walked her home
‘neath the oak trees on Old Orchard Grove,
on that cold Autumn night as he kissed her just right
they felt warmth, the first inkling of love!
By the city sight, and bright moonlight, we had watched a landing plane.
with my fingers crossed, in the autumn frost, i had hoped youd felt the same
we had slow carressed, and my beating chest, felt as if it were on fire
and I felt so high, looking towards the sky, next to whom i deep desire
So to rimmon rock
full of promise talk
and of holding hands and hearts
I shall not return
lest the memory burn
like your bright eyes in the dark
So we fled the night, to a barroom blight, thick with tension and with booze
and we drank away, with not much to say, letting awkward silence loose
You were locked inside, the place you hide, too afraid to let me in
You want just a friend, and at that it ends, before it could begin.
up at Rimmon rock
i had too much stock
in the future we might start
but it's gone away
and its hard to say
that i ever touched your heart
Like the winter trees
Left stripped bare
By the autumn gales
Such is our marriage
Our love was once that leafy canopy
Which sheltered and nurtured
But it slowly change in hue
Then it dried up and blew away
On the winds of change
Until our love was no more
a sweet september, flowing tenderly over my wounds,
adorns my soul with golden scintillations
of silence accepted as a token of good-bye…
the necklace made from devil’s fangs
now lays unworn in some corner of my heart,
still throwing from time to time upon my nights
the shadow of a once beloved grin…
make no mistake though, reader…
i am not a believer now…
i’m just waiting on the autumn equinox’s cross
for my resurrection…
Autumn Belle
fell in a deep well,
the animal rescue team came,
but the well's cavity was too narrow...
they waited until Tom brought a drill. And meow
after meow she gradually became ill;
and more famous than Hollywood stars she became,
but could stardom have helped her fright,
if she was hungry and trembling with fear?
Yes, the chance of survival was slim for Autumn Belle!
Autumn Belle,
loved to play with Ginger and Bill,
but they warned her of the danger
by pointing their finger
to the direction of the well,
but as agile and smart as she was,
she never understood what they meant...
'till tragedy stroke as her claws dug into the wet grass,
peaking inside to satisfy her curiousity in a minute or less.
No, death wasn't foreseen for Autumn Belle!
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
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