Autumn

November 17, 2023
road-forest-fall_1143576-9

Autumn

 

My time will come as for all

In this earth's forest called life 

The varied beauty evident all around

Points, to grab my attention as if

As if to say, all that I see will fall

Not all at once, gradually as I sleep

As the wind blows, when no one looks 

Carrying on living when no one knows

 

I will see all this beauty surrounding me

In ecstasy I wish to touch, yet it drops

It fades before my sight as I look on

Oh, how I wish it would stay with me for ever

If wishes would come through, it's not for me

It's not meant for you, wish it were true

What appears is truly dying a slow death 

 

So, for all its colors and hues, a chill sets in

It reminds me of the boldness of youth

In the years so much prized

As a flower, as a tree by the rivers of water

I blossom, then I fade, I wither, I die

When I'm stripped, what's left

Memories of the colors I once shared

Pleasures, I once welled up in hearts

 

When gradually time as leaves, leaves 

Whispers sweet voices as if to remind me

When all fail, all fall, all lose their color

What's left is a shadow of myself 

Only a frame, a form, through which wind blows

I'll look at me, yet I can still see beauty 

It's not what's outward, rather it's inward

Related Topics
Nature, Reflective

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.