An Amber Autumn

A poem about a lost love.

Beneath the leaves
Of an amber autumn
I hide myself, deep away
At the foot of the trees

 

Colors above
That sway in the soft breeze
But I can see only one
The branch of the turtle dove

 

This cool autumn
Has taken away love
And has thrown it from the trees
It rests at the bottom

 

So far from here
Over the fields of cotton
The small white turtle doves fly
A journey lasting years

 

A time has passed
I can think without tears
Back to the amber autumn
That now rests in the past

Reviews

[TLK]

"amber autumn" cries out for more playfulness -- ambling, for example. Why not amble through an amber autumn?

"I hide myself, deep away": deep away is so important that it could be weighted by being presented on a new line.