The long grey afternoon colour banished from the sky
Time drifts in cloud’s layered granite landscaped demolition
A space of sound shadowed in a vision of copper, bronze,
Golden decaying maze dance to the music of windy, rainy days
Relentless angels of paradise released into the broken light
Absorb autumn’s dust birthed into a dying comfortless sky
Still your breath shatters the cracks and heals the wounds of years.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
Oh yes, the long grey afternoons of autumn! But on these days one can always be thankful for the relentless angels & the breath that heals wounds. Nicely penned, Alan!
Alan,
A nicely themed piece of writing, caught in the failing light and the greys of this autumnal season. Always a sense of mystery on a dull day…
Your bench is well placed to capture this season Alan:)
Eileen
I really like “golden decaying maze.” That is a perfect way to describe a forest in the Fall.
Neat capture of this colorful season. Enjoy!
very beautiful! love the idea of an evening fading to gray.
there is def birth in the dying…this season reminds us of that…lovely picture…my fav season for sure…smiles.
We are in the midst of the time you describe, Alan, where ‘colour (is) banished from the sky’. I like the more optimistic note at the end of your poem.
Lovely – and a somewhat different form for you, I think Alan. “Still your breath shatters the cracks and heals the wounds of years.” The breath of a loved one – there is always comfort in that. These small mercies, give us strength.
This is lovely ….
Luv your resonance of autumn and evening, and the pondering of fading light
Thanks for stopping over at my blog
Much love…
In spite of the picture of death & decay all around there’s the blessedness of the presence of the loved ones …the last two lines are my favorite…
A lovely ode to autumn and her beauty.
Such healing powers Autumn has.
Autumn when the year cracks and finally breaks as Winter is ushered in. Beautifully atmospheric and melancholic, Alan.