IN YET ANOTHER AUTUMNFALL
Dream me in rowanwreathed autumnforest dayswhere shimmering clings near the sleeping fields
meanwhile a broken mist stumbles, lifts ― Rises
And a silent rain sweeps ― The bonfire hisses
Travelling mist covered
And soon it dawns again ― Again
Watching wilderness, playing with dry leaves,
eating my thistles carefully and gifting smiles
beneath days of past in mirrored greyish skies
And have alone been stuck ― Where Time stopped
The almost unnoticed waves in the mountain creek
are listening near to the pleasing small drops of rain,
watching this forest thin slowly with this Autumn
and knew these leaves would fall in here ― Again
Travelling mist covered ― Traceless
And soon it dawns again ― Again
Reached an early marsh under slow leaf falling,
herein may serenity caress and milden
You, Autumnland, are Death's lost portent
And soon a winternightwind was heard calling
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2016-11-26 at 11:15
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