October - A Poem of Autumn

The clouds that bear

The weight of the water

Are up above in the skies

Where sail those magnificent men

in their Flying Machines…

 

The yellow sun that burns

Outside the bars of my window

Tries its hardest to dry

The tears that stand on

The edge of my eye…

 

After the months of music and noise

The summer of sweet birdsong

The monsoon of mayhem

All around me is silence

That basks under the hot sun…

 

The stillness makes me long

To seek her kind friendship

In the musty pages of old books

Or let the bold, burning sun

Scorch my despairing eye…

 

As I gaze above at that glow

And try to find the flash

That gleamed in her hair

Or, in the dusk, discover

The bloom of colour on her face…

 

And my heart cracks in pieces

As each dry fallen leaf

Crushes under my feet

And in the stifling silence, I realise

I might never hear her voice again…