I walked out
Where every leaf
Carried the past.
Placed on a silver salver
with uncut crimson berries
where almond shadows
fall into depths of darkness.
And drip a blood trail of tears
For every fallen petal
cries in the forest breeze
where guilt drifts away
on a dream of buried love
For the silence is trying to tell me
That scarlet heals hearts
In a rescued violet twilight.
Written for Poetry Jam
What a pleasant surprise, both of us wrote on the same season and almost same theme!!Autumn is one such season that can have such an effect with myriad hues and emotions.
Yes, that scarlet heals hearts. How wonderful, to be in the winter, for the spring is next. I loved this with so many levels. I chose one.
Your poem captured me right aways with the idea of walking out into an autumn dream. A unique image I think. The photo reminds me of the time we spent in the Netherlands.
a lovely ode to hope, the endings of autumn are greeted with the preparedness of winter and the waiting of spring’s healing, very lovely, very sensible,
Sometimes what silence has to say is worth listening to……well expressed, Alan.
Great use of imagery in your poem, Alan. Sometimes we do need the silence to be able to heal and have new dreams.
A visual feast of lovely images. Sad and cryptic.
You are a wordsmith of the first order – beautifully written.
love the beautiful images used here to define autumnal hue, melancholy and also like the brightness soon to cover the earth..
Let Them Be Children
That was so wondefful. Loved every word of it.
Loved your poetic throughts as the autumn visitor, fades away, leaving only a trace of memories to be remembered..A very fine reminder of dream-like qualities.
It is awesome… i too, always wondered silence do own a voice… 🙂
Autumnal, dreamy, sensitive and delicate, Alan! This was a treat to read.