Roses Of Autumn

I gather the roses of autumn

From forbidding, damp

Concrete paths

Choking the life forces

Of trees

Languidly

Falling asleep

I gather them

Red, orange, yellow

Green and brown

Before decay

Decays them

I wander

Deeply distraught

Foot aching for grass

Emerald or brown

Or otherwise

I gather the roses of autumn

Pinning them to my breast

Weaving myself

 Funeral wreathes

My laughter rings loud

As dusk rips the world apart

With velvet claws

I scatter the roses of autumn

Across the bedroom floor

Seized with a mad desire

To drown in their

Ethereal beauty

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Ohh dear this is such beauty i have not read in a long while..
I gather you roses as i walk through those concrete walls,wont let me
trees cry for life as they fall asleep..and i busy with you ,red orange and blue
you roses i remake from you my death wreathes ,you see i am ever so glad
but here comes dusk it shatters all with its fiery red,as i run with aching legs
on earth so green and grass.. and laugh,out loud and scatter everything to mess up my floors
you see i am mad with desire,i could never stand such beauty..too much for me
so perfect ,stunning write
lovely write..

[Another Relic]

Wow, this is such a great poem with a great title to go with it. Somehow spooky yet compassionate with that spark of emotion that underlies it's last section:

I scatter the roses of autumn

Across the bedroom floor

Seized with a mad desire

To drown in their

Ethereal beauty

Very nice job on this one A.

[Ed Hart]

stomp, kick, swish...the child in us loves to play in the roses of autumn