23 October 2013

October's Rest (A Poem)

it begins in the morning
with grey skies, laden with sighs
and a sigh escapes
in counted syllables:

'The greyness takes me
To darker depths, and mem'ries.
And don't I love it...'

yes, October
is falling heavy on me
smothering, slowly
with its darksome love
that scrapes like bare branches
and cushions your fall with leaves
but leaves you there
to rot

and I look up
to see the trees
so many already leafless
and isn't it just like
the love in my soul?

so I lie
not dead
not sleeping
not lazy

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