Down, Fall
like heavy snow 'pon cedar boughs
those shadows, long through winter
my conscience weighs the thens and nows
yet morrows - naught a splinter ...
where hangs the hope in autumn?
as masts tick off the sea's green swells
like clocks tick straight the hours
my thoughts refuse to count the bells
once tolled for Neptune's powers ...
where falls the hope in autumn?
young lovers hide deep in their dreams
should melting flesh close-bind them
and I masked mine in callow schemes
so no sweet lass would find them ...
where rests the hope in autumn?
so deep and dark, life's oldest quest
from whence, no soul's returning
and next is what we've deemed as best
love's flames - those bridges burning ...
where hides the hope in autumn?
where hides your hope, dear Autumn?
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 31, 2022
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