Fall's Golden ~

    Fall’s Golden ~

Shimmers in gold and red,

Leaves fall quietly,

To the black mists,

Earth,

Where speckled rain,

Waxes over,

A glistening, black,

Sparkle,

Of an infinite beautiful mist,

Serene presence.

It rises up to show

A powerful presence,

Wearing a black cloak,

Thundering darkness,

With black onyx,

But eyes, jewel-bright.

It reaches to the leaf,

Whispering,

‘Go, go away,

Forever, and then forever,

Somewhere,

I don’t care where,

Just so long as,

Your power,

A silken, golden leaf,

Adorns the ground,

To frame my darkness,

Empowering the Earth with light.

Fall makes a pretty picture.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The ending is nice.

[Foxemerald]

Thank you. Glad you liked it!

[Sami Khalil]

You are so welcome.

[Tate Morgan]

My house feels like this lately as the leaves all fall from our trees.i use to love it now it reminds me of all the years gone too soon

[Foxemerald]

All of the years gone too soon . . . this is interesting. Yes, the years do go by quickly, and fall can evoke these nostalgic sensations more poignantly at times, I believe, than any other element. Something about nature . . . thank you for the input.

[Tate Morgan]

You are welcome