The Autumn of Our Spring

Love poem

The Autumn of Our Spring

My autumnal words fell on the sidewalk of Love!

You looked like Autumn… I behaved like Spring…

I found you when I had lost you,

in this autumn...  of our spring.

I re-arranged my rustic colors

so Love will gain a new anthem

with fluid steps and no numb regrets,

forgotten overdue epiphanies,

lost stolen rainbows

and red echoes with tangerine taste.

In this autumn of our spring

with its golden trail and acoustic wings

the season paints its words as a grand finale

while your leaves whisper secrets to the World

and a puff of wind lingers our photographic memories

as journals left and long forgotten on the path’s end.

A stolen cry, a remembered loss of innocence,

as my desires hung on Sun’s shoulder,

I see a repainted canvas of us

with cycled memories on the hills’ canopy.

How sensual this autumn is!

Spiraling its space… tumbling its distance,

prolonged myself by flaming orange leaves.

During this autumn of our spring

my World turned into a September embrace,

October tinted your presence

with blossoming hues of green-orange undertones.

A dreamy dream… an autumnal fugue,

during lost Summer epopee,

and I breathed… with November pulse.

My soul’s crimson is ambered and rubied

and I feel… autumned…

I left my cinnamon spice to learn more about your beauty,

the citrine embers of your eyes under the raindrops,

watched the cosmic dance on your skin, a whisper in time,

my temple of words still carry a forgotten white procession.

And love again… and again… dawns upon my future self

with rain scented winds, thrumming my life in your heart…

Words still scream the nuances of your disappearances 

Sailing across my punctuated flight…

Of so much yearning… I have sharpened more wings…

In this autumn of our spring, I will stumble no more

behind your voice… as Life cannot be sung half!...

A stolen cry… a remembered loss of innocence,

and I have learned how to die… by living!...

(Anca Mihaela Bruma - 1st December 2015)

Artwork by Dorina Costras

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