Orange whispers, yellow cries...

The spirits of autumn rise as the golden leaves fall and cover the earth...

This unholy masquerade

when reality does fade,

the imprint of a god

on our mortal-stained facade.

Saints and spirits strip the earth

of the straining hope of birth.

“Kill the hope with grasping grave,”

cries the earthly mortal slave.

                    

O, ignisfatuus,

foolish fire.

O, the lantern

in the mire.

Spirits quaking

with the light,

demon darkness,

far too bright.

Orange whispers,

yellow cries;

ever-haunting,

numb good-byes.

Good-bye, O childhood;

Farewell, my nickel joys...

Reviews

[Whitney]

"Orange whispers,
yellow cries;
ever-haunting,
numb goodbyes"
What's ever-haunting is this piece...how we can wake up and realize what is real, what things have gone away, and then how you tied it in with Autumn... This really just spoke to me. You're amazing Craig! xD

[An owl on the moon]

Whitney!! What a very happy surprise to have you by!! Thank you so much.. Hope everything in your world is simply amazing.. :)

[EmpressPoetess]

Oh the whimsical winds of life, far beyond our trembling grasp! Excellent! I was riding along this aging road seeking some shard of lost youth! This speaks loud and clear! As always, outstanding writing, Craig! I always come back here to read my Fave Author!

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

Wonderful and the realism in your words jumped off the page and shook me.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much for your comments, John!

[Angela ☄️]

With our happiness comes terrible in justice in our lives. We only have to know how to handle these emotions... But this poem fits great with Fall, including the picture. They go hand in hand. :) God bless you.

[An owl on the moon]

So very happy to see you by my page! Thank you for your insights, and for sharing your beautiful heart here. Yes, as the world begins to fall asleep into autumn, and the coldness of winter, we must find a way to overcome and fight for the sweetness of spring in our lives again. :)

[Brianna Brie]

Wow...this has a lot of emotion and life of its own. Also, your poem has great rhythm and rhyme, while carrying a lot of different meanings. Kudos!

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, Brianna! You've been encouraging my soul for 5 or 6 years now. All kudos be to thee! :)

[Helen Woodward]

WOW!!! This is deep! And dark to the point of realism because the world is in decay and almost beyond repair. As always you have put your fabulous twist on it Craig with wonderful phrasing that beats heavily into the hearts who read it.
Cheers:)
Helen...

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, Helen! Always a pleasure to have your company. And yes, here the leaves are turning, and in your world the flowers are beginning to bloom perhaps. The world is so wondrous. :)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

So the time has come for orange whispers,yellow cries( I adore those lines)once again. Covering earth with that sleepy spread ..the last feast before coma. such a ravenous time. Autumn used to be the season of my love ...but now I'm traveling farther into winter. Thank you dear friend for sharing always your best with us. I come here and find warmth and inspiration even when your worldy duties call. You are a wonderland! :)

[An owl on the moon]

A pure joy to see you by again! Thank you, dear friend. Yes, for me autumn is such mystery as the world begins to fall asleep in the magic hush. So pleased that you enjoy this world as well.. and your winter will soon wrap itself around you. :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Such a gripping piece!!
Only you could write with this level of intensity!...
For Autumn to be this haunting, brings chills!... I'm revving up for Halloween!

Well written, sweet Poet!~xoxo~

[An owl on the moon]

Well, now, sweet poet... wishing you the darkest, sweetest, wildest autumn ride you've ever had... in the best way, of course! Thank you for always painting such beautiful colors wherever you go. :)

[Jillian Alexis]

Wow, this one absolutely captured my heart! Capturing the true essence of change.

[An owl on the moon]

Well, I'm simply thrilled to have you by again, Jillian! Thank you for lifting me these past years. :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your poetry is immeasurable, Craig. You must be what is known as a poet's poet! I am amazed by your caliber, my friend!

[An owl on the moon]

Now, you are too sweet, Kelly! Thank you! I am just so blessed to have poets like you in my life who speak such encouragement. :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Growing up.....children can't wait for it, but once we have grown up, we realize some parts of childhood were preferable. Great metaphors in this write. I especially liked "Farewell, my nickel joys"....the simple things we appreciate in youth are often overlooked when we are adults. Good write, Craig. Lydi**

[An owl on the moon]

Somehow October brings out the mystical memories of childhood like no other time.. something in the air. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts and insights with me, Lydia! :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Coming of age can be a lot like the change from summer to autumn... you are stripped of all you believe just like all the flowers are stripped of their blooms and left to learn a new way of life.
excellent metaphors.

[An owl on the moon]

Thanks for your comments, my friend. Not sure how many years we've been here, but so glad to have your visits!