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.
The Light Of Early Autumn • Opuss № I