AUTUMN (From A Lady Fair And Other Poems, To Be Released This Year.)

AUTUMN

In the death of my gladness

There are no pleasures at all.

My sadness

Arrives

With the autumn,

With the fall.

As the daylight dies,

Solemn,

With a soporific haze

Which ferries through the silhouettes of the oak trees

Scented with rue,

Beneath a sky of azure-blue,

I am left with naught but a tristful pall.

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I am grazed by the chill

Of the meandering, wayward, wanton breeze.

And all of my will,

The focus of my leafy gaze,

Is plaintive to the call of ecstasies,

To the lips of a princess,

Who roves, dreaming of fair love,

In her bower below

The mansion on the hill.

She sings to the swallow sighing above.

Her flesh is of the daffodil.

Her kiss is precious,

Her fingertips glow.

And her eyes, dark and bright,

Bring solace to the autumn gales,

As the daylight pales.

Behold, the night.

 ~ From A Lady Fair And Other Poems

    By John Lars Zwerenz