Thief of Time

Your presence sang to me of the autumn time

As you stole into my silence silently

Haunting me hauntingly with the melancholy

Splendor of the autumn leaves dancing, falling in your eyes

Sweetly wise, you were made for the autumn time

To process upon a whispering trail of crimson, russet,

Butter yellow, mellow orange, expiring lime

Under boughs fading in their prime

You crept into the crevices of my mind

Leaving me dazzled, blind

How did you do it-

You lovely thief of time

Reviews

[John]

I'd put a blue line through the rather dusty 'crevices of my mind' but otherwise a thrilling virtuosic word play taking off from silence. Autumn from an American poet?How different the poem would have been if you had been writing about the rather drab 'fall!

[A.A.Romanczuk]

The word autumn oozes an aura of magic... fall is more suited for depression, you are correct :) Thank you!

[Larry Dyson]

Autumn sings festivals and fire side!

[A.A.Romanczuk]

:D indeed it does!

[Robin]

poetic echoes against a temporal backdrop

[A.A.Romanczuk]

:) I am glad to see you resurface onto the surface of the planet :) Welcome!

[Ed Hart]

a thief in time, oh crime sublime

[A.A.Romanczuk]

thank you sir for gracing me with one of your lines :)