Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

all falls

all
all is all gone and leaked subtely out of ears
disappearing before we got the chance
to rein it in
rein in the rain from years falling in
tears
deftly trampled in leaves under
ears pricked to
the misleading autumnal crunch
an urge not to let go
an urge not to lose yourself
not to lose yourself in this haze
but all that can be seen is mist
the daze and haze of mist
the sheen of water and the subtle stench
of leafmulch
drowning in this heady atmosphere.

don’t turn and wave on departure
whatever may leave departed long ago
the turning tides thicket-set in tundra
can only welcome a honey glaze of snow

for years i’ll live in the cold
the shiver never to be lost amongst
a light dusting of lost language
not spoken

Yes, I think it’s a very autumnal feeling… wanting to hold on to summer, but time just rushes us onward, almost violently so, to the inevitable cold.

I felt that. Truly felt it.

Thank you.

I want to wrap these words up in tissue paper and store them with precious things. Thank you.

Bohémienne: It feels like the time that all is changing, yes.

CP: Thank you for your lovely comment…words are free for everyone…

Lillipilli: please feel free to, if you wish. thank you.