Autumn crocus has arrived

Purple hues imbued

By dappled light

Forest floors embellished

By the remnants

Of summer nights

 

 

And so it is that I

Have survived

Another season

Yet

I cannot speak

In rhyme

Or reason

 

The seas have raged

The tide has waned

Through it all

My strength remains

 

With tired soul

And aching heart

This old body

Marches on

 

There is no choice

So I raise my voice

And throw it out

To the cruel wind

The heartless thief

Seeks every note

Every word

Of my melancholic song

 

This spiteful wind

With it’s bitter bite

Underestimates

My will to fight

 

Seasons come

And seasons go

Weathered bones

Seek kind respite

In a homely hearth

And a soft pillow

 

Soon autumn golds

Will submit

To the glory of the winter

Snow

And around, around

The story goes

 

So come sit with me

While we warm our feet

I am so happy that

We had this chance

To meet.

 

C.K.22