Autumn Lands

I found a place that stuck in the past.
Everything's slow paced, nothing's fast.
It's near a place on the edge of the world,
A village stuck, a rough gem, a hidden pearl.
And it's here that's forever autumn...
Leaves fallen, golden and all torn.
It's with amazement and wonder that I begin to feel...
That it's here I belong, could this be real?
To the east lays the dead winter lands,
The edge of the world lays in its hands.
The west is where summers in bloom, unaware from all the eastern doom.
And further still beyond the heat,
Lays spring, and all the growing wheat.
So why is it here that I feel happiest still?
Maybe it's reality, of death and life, congealed.

©Odd

Just a little place a visited today. But I got pulled back into my own spring like lands. Tsk. Bought up in the autumn lands but forced to live in the spring. I'd much rather find a entirely new populace all together. Or at least that's what I'd like to think... But sometimes my heart sobs at the thought of leaving a place I know so well.