dear friends…these two poems were always planned to be companion pieces, i was just waiting for ‘the day the leaves fall’ to combine them. oddly enough, the day ‘respite’ posted, the wind played it’s part. this beautiful instrumental played it’s part as well, the second poem was written to the tempo of the music. if you pick it up, passages in the poem should coincide with crescendos in the song. ty, and i hope you enjoy!
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respite.
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the still Autumn wind
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suspending leaves in… mid fall,
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resting in blue sky….
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the day the leaves fall.
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because only a milisecond
separates stillness from storm
shrill winds suddenly howling as
sleepy worlds sleep, stripping
bare all we know.
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each Autumn leaf
and warming palette of life,
my safe womb under canopy
is such beauty discarded.
trampled like litter,
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along streets
and on sidewalks.
because
everything changes,
the day the leaves fall.
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and the squirrels
they quicken their forage
fast finding bounty,
and begging for handouts,
before first frost concretes soil.
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because
everything changes,
the day the leaves fall.
a flourescent white sky
is falling upon me
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is blinding
these eyes, has
brittled these bones.
the ground shifts unstable
my thoughts are unsteady,
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foul memories haunt me
the feared shapelings of doubt.
ghastly spirits gather,
like ghosts they’re in hiding.
and lurk in grey clouds,
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bleeding in
and… bleeding out.
because
everything changes,
the day the leaves fall.
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oh
sing your song to me
my sweet songbird of seasons
beckon me Homeward
my loyal siren of Love
i hear your melody,
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as i stand pale among trees.
our colors erased,
and our hearts are in doubt.
cradle me warm in your
down feathered embrace,
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nestle me closer as
the winds now are scowling!
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because
everything…. changes,
the day…. the leaves… fall.
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who could know then 