Stillness (Poetry)
02nd January 2012
In the silence of the garden
leaves turn their colours
hang motionless
each shape a memory
all that remains of Summer.
Where the raindrops damp the pathway
scents rise and mingle
cling pungently
tattered trees are dreaming
of the season that is lost.
The last roses shed their petals
old loves come haunting
edge consciousness
bruise dull the aching sky
with those regrets left unsaid.
leaves turn their colours
hang motionless
each shape a memory
all that remains of Summer.
Where the raindrops damp the pathway
scents rise and mingle
cling pungently
tattered trees are dreaming
of the season that is lost.
The last roses shed their petals
old loves come haunting
edge consciousness
bruise dull the aching sky
with those regrets left unsaid.