The phantom of Fall

All seasons are good enough for birth, 

Autumn-the best for dying... 

The memories of Summer are now buried, 

under the graves of our lies. 

 In my veins,

     flow the sweet scents of apple peels,

        reddened landscapes, 

           and the drone of humming bees. 

Shall we call the pods dried up? 

~like black pearls on a sea bed~

Grapevines-- their ghosts still hang from overhead.

 Merry Autumn time!

 

          ~Spurn thou not our little gardens,

      Take walks with us, near the fountain.

  And the magic shall reveal itself onto you...~

All metaphors forgotten, 

The dead things stay dead, 

and the living end up dying. 

Oh why, oh why

Nature hath not enough salves,

nor pills, nor herbs for all of us.

Its waters flow from Origin to Grave, 

saddened by their own immortality.

Its constellations are fiery butterflies 

that fizzle and flutter.

Someplace, Somewhere

Like a Leaf in a gutter,

I matured from childhood to decay. 

Your touch hath purified my soul by now,

I am free again to sin away. 

The Divine knocks on my door 

are left unanswered. 

The mighty paradise forgotten, 

somewhere too deep. 

My appointments with God have been cancelled

My soul decides to lie down here, and sleep.

Reviews

[AliceBarnes]

The title drew me in, but once I started to read I couldn't stop! I loved this and I can very honestly say that. It was a joy to read. I loved the imagery you used and how well each sentence and verse flowed so beautifully. Just from this poem I know that I am going to enjoy reading more of your works!

[An owl on the moon]

How I love the depth and darkness of autumn, the chill, the fragrance of decay, and your thoughts come on the cold winds. A poem, and yet a novel, a world of you carried over the mists of time, season by season, and you build this world and make me wonder what brought you to the door of winter. The soul aches in each line.

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the complete poem dear friend.
"Its waters flow
from Origin to Grave,
saddened by their own immortality.
Its constellations are
fiery butterflies
that fizzle and flutter. "
The above lines were my favorite. Life is moving forward, falling down often and seeing the light of hope in the darkness. I enjoyed this poem. You make me want to write. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. I did like this one.
Coyote

[Moonie]

Thank you Coyote!! Your rwviews are always so uplifting! :)))

[Moonie]

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[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my dear friend.

[Pete]

this is great. can just feel the season as you capture it so well. feels like a jump start on what's upon us.
really enjoyed this!

[Moonie]

Thank you so much, Pete , for this review! I appreciate it...