Lines & Images From The Lighthouse

Friday, October 15, 2010

Autumn

Autumn


Strange the clarity

In the autumnal sigh.

A sense of pause,

To contemplate the end

Of expectant times.


The dawn is darker.

As the pillow complains

Of unfinished dreams,

Broken,

By an intrusive day.


A whispering grey

Permeates the stillness.

A dew drenched haze,

Proclaims the ritual

Of the weeping trees.


But all is cycle.

And in its place.

The relentless truth

Of life and change

And change and life.


And still there is laughter.

Challenge and ambition.

An indifferent defiance.

The varied voices of the young

Play amidst the fallen hues.

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