in echoes wade

In shadows deep, that bell does toll,  
A whispering wind, a heart grown cold.  
Each chime a memory, softly fell,  
An echo faintly fades in sombre knell.  

Dreams once bright now dimly and pale,  
Like autumn leaves in a mournful gale.  
Yet from the ashes, new life may swell,  
For endings whisper stories yet to tell.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my dear friend.
"Yet from the ashes, new life may swell,
For endings whisper stories yet to tell."
Old dreams may disappear and we must replace with new ones. Amazing dance or words and thoughts dear poet.
Coyote

[redd Brick Keshner]

Let the dance continue on!

[Sean M. Addams]

Awesome piece kind of has a Robert Frost vibe but that definitely is a good thing. Overall great imagery. A very impressive poem.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Thanks Sean, I’m not averse to Frost in any way. Glad to have shared in your thoughts and journey with this little poem. Cheers 🙏🏻