Day was a bright one,
A summer, a rain -
Your kiss was a grey one,
A dying, a pain:
And earth was unending,
A round one, a ball -
But love had its ending,
The finite - the gall
Of a life-time,
A season, a year,
Like the dawn of a day-time,
The dew, and the fear
Of a noon-tide,
The parchness, the sun:
And the end of a morning,
New season begun
With a day full of boding,
A sadness, a sense
Of deep yearning
To fly through the fence,
To run back to spring-time,
The past, the old-new,
And offer this day-time,
Your kiss and you -
To mature into summer,
The love, the rich wine,
To free raging stallions
From stables of time,
Where leaves rot to nothing,
Through copper, through browns,
And heap up the doorways,
- The tombstones , the mounds -
So none can escape,
Decaying, the dust,
And autumn is charging,
So eager to thrust
Your warmth into winter,
A cold wind, a bite.
Bright day is ending -
Black horses at night
Crash into locked doors
And die.
© athinkingman 2008
What an incredible poem, very moving.
For me it fills me with overwhelming sadness and malaise.
Before looking at the tags I felt you were talking about ageing and perhaps with the passing of your birthday, you are talking about your own autumn of living.
If this is so then everyone’s autumn will be different and whether we are at that junction or not.
It depends not on age but how far we have reached in our life’s journey.
I could already be at the winter of my life or still in the spring.
I have always loved autumn-a time of change of old things departing and new things,experiences awaiting.
I have loved the colours, leaves and berries.
The poem fills me with melancholy though particulary with the last two lines.
It feels very sudden and final, of dreams and plans not met.
I think I will go out into the late winter sun and have a walk after reading this one and try to recharge my batteries.
onethoughtfulwoman
Sorry to have my usual depressing effect on you. I don’t feel particularly depressed. In my terms I am just facing existential reality.
You know you do not make me depressed. I do that all by myself. That word- existential. Interesting, and one of my research questions I am going to ask you about. Thinking of you having, I hope a very fun and enjoyable evening celebrating your new age.