THE ROAD BY AUTUMN
(C) 2022 Kyrinn S. Eis All Rights Reserved
Hearing your voice: golden leaves are falling.
Endless empty hours while away the days.
We communicate another way: --thence, you
grant new vistas, and I feel the songs,
with upturn'ed thumb, to count the views.
To be there before the leaves have fallen,
there before her day, or mine comes 'round.
Before the pumpkins, and skeletons a'callin'
Leaves like hours in a day, flutter slowly down.
For I cannot longer linger on, my wake
a train of Autumn's colours, aswirl behind;
Blind I speed your mottled realm, by
instinct, onward rising urgence-sake.
The road by Autumn, afore November's Fire.
To be there before the leaves have fallen,
there before her day, or mine comes 'round.
Before the pumpkins, and skeletons a'callin'
Leaves like hours in a day, flutter slowly down.
Golden leaves a'falling, tis'your voice I'm hearing.
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o Today's rainy inspiration.
