Muted breeze
of the ber months
October is
almost gone
Leaves curled
without discontent
Just waiting
to disintegrate
To be part of
the barren soil
To enrich...
to nurture...
This thirsty
earth
Full of
putridness
Where once
the magic
Was at its
best
Nowhere to
feel
Nowhere to
relish
Where the old
has once tasted
And the young
to never discover
For the rain
has ceased
Bringing no
more rainbow
For the eyes
to awe
Nor the
chilling wind
For the skin
to bristle
Nor the mist
in the early morn
For the body
to surrender
In to
clasping embrace
In begging to
stay in bed
Until the sun
rises from the east
Nowhere ..
All of these..
Nowhere ..
For they,
Were buried
In the past
Long ago
forgotten
Long ago
forsaken
But alas
A melody was
heard nearby
The hymns of
the angels
From
somewhere in the distance
In the
meadows of uncertainties
Where their
chorus
Can be heard
in utmost love
Reverberating,
leaving behind
A tincture of
melancholic praise
Unknown to
everyone
Creating a
wave of joy
In the human
spirit
The praise
now filled with gladness
As the
sorrows eroded
Into
antiquity once again
Oh in a
snap..
The evergreen
reappeared
The green
fields teemed
In to an
undertone of golds
For the
harvest is ready
Inspired by
hope and cravings
To feel the
compassion
The
attraction
The embossed
devotion
Unmuted in to
a panorama
Of
exultation.
-MAC