29 September 2012

Another day, aglow in

The light of early autumn

Ticks by, carefree and willing,

Unrelenting in its beautiful

Slow death,

Reaching out and peeling reddened

Leaves from the bony fingers of trees,

Hushing them to sleep,

Forgiving the sun enough

To let it shine on, still warm,

But spitefully aiding a little chill to the

Morning air,

And more to the evening when

The skies are deepest blue and thick

With cold, no clouds for insulation,

And the stars snap like distant icicles,

Just to remind you,

Gentle and ochre as autumn is;

Winter is coming.

Irrational_KimmiThe Light Of Early Autumn • Opuss № I