Sympathetic indifference

Autumn rustles

from silent slumber deep

lifting a groggy head

rubbing sleep from bleary eyes,

that rail against the light.

 

Coming, the nights

long and dark

filled with false passion

the dull ardour unable to pierce 

the mystery

of your playful games

and youthful vigour.

 

Fires burn bright

shooting flames

to dance a quick-step

across your silhouette

illuminating the gloom

to warm the soul

against your fervent chill.

 

The rain falls

teardrops of sorrow deep

heavy and wet

full of remorse

as the winds blow

fresher than before,

crackle, crispy leaves strewn,

far and near.

 

But I am safe

closeted and secure

in the womb

of thy sympathetic

indifference.

© Paul O' Neill 2012

 

 

Reviews

[Cerise]

woow..wonderfully written..and the way u have linked the season...i loved this line"Fires burn bright shooting flames to dance a quick-step across your silhouette illuminating the gloom to warm the soul against your fervent chill."..very nicely written..great work..:)

[TheAdamBryant]

nice poem