An Evening Stroll

I throw shadows at passersby

As a hard rain falls

With weathered veins

My pessimism fills no cup

Leaves fall, the multicolored foliage

Fools us all;

Before the white death

Takes up residence

To strangle us with its

Wicked ways

The leaves drift

Like my mind

Like the ground beneath our feet

Like our precious time

A spider spins his magic

As we all spin through space

On this big blue rock

My words are too heavy

To carry any distance

So I keep them to myself

In my little hiding place

My eyes are far too tired

As I drag them behind

They have seen too much

For an evening

Or a moment

Or a life

 

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

I think you have a good future as a writer, it's unlike how most people write. Some of your turns of phrase, are indeed quite innovative.