Autumn

the distant cry

the distant cry

from within

desire to sweep the past

with sunrise’s fast arrival...

to

let the time’s tolls be due

let flowers reek, 

perfume somehow

red, crimson and blue 

wipe the sweat of my brow

forget the loathe-some

of a long distant occurrence

with demise of thoughts 

of desperate dreams

manifestations

of things gone astray…

yes twas once autumn

lovely autumn

twas autumn

the distant cry

wipe the sweat of my brow

forget the loathe-some

of a long distant occurrence

with demise of thoughts 

of desperate dreams

manifestations

of things gone astray…

she gives her lessons

the messsage of rejuvenation

I do hope 

does autumn somehow convey 

hopefully many more 

lovelier autumns 

will come your way...