Saturday, 3 June 2017


Autumn I

 

She looked out the window

Where leaves sway and shake

An instance of light

A softened glance

Through this earth’s moving tilt

All is golden and clear

 

The swelling light now clear, now dim

Lit again in its pulse

Rose fluffs in a sky shell blue

Or a yellowing path of parchment rustling

 

Some books glow with their inner light

To meet the dimming light

 

Almost

Almost remembering

Almost in flight

An ancient age
Awoken in this light
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1 comment:

  1. Ibanez4 June 2017 at 09:27

    This poem was written sometime between 2003 and 2007. The person mentioned was a colleague in the office.

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