An Autumn Memory

 

An Autumn Memory

 

I know that spot, I think it well,

That mythic spot, unknown by name.

Yet from memory, strange as hell,

I can recall but one still frame.

 

And down atop the opal stone,

The water trickled a soft moan,

An ancient moan, among the trees,

Came over us, a mythic breeze.

 

The spot I fancy I recall,

Go down the trail, across the stream,

Among the trees, ancient and tall,

Where slip’ry stones and pebbles gleam.

 

I’ve only been there once before,

The pull, although, I can’t ignore,

Such beauty in that single frame,

I hope to find it quite the same.

Reviews

[Emily]

This is a wonderful piece. Honestly, I always love to try and look at the things which are associated with the seasons. There is something captivating about the seasons and the way that each and every person feels about the whole idea of a season. Each person sees it so individually that their views are always so well presented, even if they are confused or perplexed by the seasons or writing of something only they can really ever completely understand. You have captured a bit of mystery in this piece, a mystery that only you will every really be able to explain.
I really love the flow of this piece, the rhyme is not over done, and the whole flow is completely wonderful. It is extremely catchy and enthralling. The whole idea of a place you cannot return to but in the still frame of a vision or a dream, brings to mind other things which are just out of memory and reach.
This is very well written. I enjoyed the description and the flow, so much so I had to read it a few times over. Very nice work!

[Jinx's Heart]

Intriguing! There seems to be a depth to this that no one else will truly understand, but you. Nicely written. :)