Autumn's summer

Autumn’s summer

 

Sorrow’s mist

on field and mind

know he is growing older.

 

Walked the way

to here and now

but softly wearing thinner.

 

You could never

do a thing for this

cortex of confusion.

 

He touched the earth,

sought her out

and lonely walked the planet.

 

Wisdom hatched

in shrapnel muse,

wisdom of illusion

always proved the stronger.

 

See the sun

sinking low

blood red on the trees.

 

He was not a simple man,

    learning to live simpler

 

logic of horizon life

shrinking slowly faster.

Reviews

[JB Murray]

Enjoyed it... but I have to tell ya... there is one line that will definitely stick with me... He was not a simple man earning to live simpler... Great context!

[Bella Luna]

Oh how I pictured so many things during this poem. Like a man, neither young nor old, walking, wishing for a hand of a woman he so loves. Maybe I've got your concept wrong, but thats what I feel when I read this. It makes me wonder, what inspires you Chris? If me getting personal about this isn't comfortable all is fine. It's just, I love to know people and who they write certain things. The best lines in this whole work were the first three. The ran away with my imagination. Thank you for this. Thank you!