The day was calm with autumn cold
Leaves fell, to cover -
The ground red with gold.
The image and thought are fragile,
But, I remember it.
We walked, talking lightly,
Sharing beauty and the nature of things.
The day was close to its end
The sun pushed its last rays
Through clouds, pink, gray.
It was as we have never,
Will never see.
The hours grew bringing night
To cover us in shadow.
Closer.
We stood finding solace, each in the other
You became frightened feeling harm near.
Turning, withdrawing, closing, Morning Glory.
Once, never again.
Gunther Hill (David Sabosky)
June 21, 2008 at 8:31 pm |
Dave,
This surprise autumn poem in summer threw me at first. I like the setting, image and emotion of it. All of us have these idealized memories, and mostly keep them close. I’m glad you shared this one with us.
July 16, 2008 at 3:02 am |
Dave,
It is easy for me to find myself inside your poem. I am, however, almost always alone when the night shadows begin to peel down upon me through sun’s rays. Your soft memories are offered in an open and gentle way as you press understanding for “Morning Glory”. Thank you.