When at last the autumn came, he was wishing that the summer would still remain
the leaves were crackle and crisp, flaming, exhilarating but still the same
he didn’t feel quite ready yet, he didn’t feel quite ready for the sound,
the earthly crinkle that would snap and crunch each time he laid a footprint down.
What beat to make, he wondered, what sort of rhythm should I impose
once all the leaves are gone too many clear cut lines will be exposed,
where will I lay the silence, where the tinny tap and leaden thud,
is this a dream or must I actually know bad from good?
Leaves fall, animals grow thick hair
apples sway on the trees
you, sir, will spend the fall on your knees.
Pumpkins, squash, persimmon and cranberries,
autumns sword can be kind,
kneel down, fly away in your mind
All his life it seemed, green leaves had swirled around him like a smoke
languid fruits that dangled there for him to eat if he felt so disposed,
leaves that dappled light swelling in an air as thick as butter
made it seem alright somehow to say one thing and do another.
Time was blob then, it never held him at gunpoint and made him choose,
he could make various gains, never needing to select a battle to lose,
and any loose ends could be scattered round the forest here and there
making him less that eager to discover the things autumn would lay bare.
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People said he was handsome, but he wasn’t really sure how they could tell
green leaves controlled the light they twisted it just like a magic spell
he’d been in love so many times, so many people took his breath away
causing him to become intimately involved, still he dreaded to see them when the autumn came.
How could laugh it off then, when his soon his eyes would see so very far
things long forgotten coming starkly into view from his own yard,
he hadn’t really meant to lie, it was just the dappled world he was a part of
is it justice to try summer’s child inside the court of autumn?
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