Forever Autumn. The Moody Blues.
(1978)
Early autumn firelight,
reminiscent of witch hunts, ghosts
of cavalry,
dire warnings and endless hide and
strike.
The game, the funhouse, turns
deadly.
Sanctuary calls, demanding
sacrifice.
The noble phoenix fed on
frankenseed
can not rise.
Skies descend, dark
mirroring.
Smell the woodsmoke, intoxicating,
soft and sweet;
masks the taste of bitter bile,
secret vomiting,
starving despite harvest's gay array
of treats.
Faded, nearly blind, falling in and
out of
shamanic fever, primeval native
callings beyond sight,
ripple of tribal beat, at the
periphery
ecstatic vision dark/light/agony and
brilliant breaks,
starbright
constellations.
In deep field dreams
rustic woodfire
comfort
blesses autumn morn
Autumn Calls a Prologue to
Fall
Settle into Sun setting,
calling leaves, days diminishing.
Secret senses sing,
startling mysteries, dense synchronicities.
Gathering hunters leap to
frenzied victory, pray to
craved
largesse,
darkening forest,
deepening tales, shadow deities.
Ritual beauty, fierce
death/wild rebirth.
Energy dervishes, drunk
from fruits of Earth, swirl
into ecstasy; face
becoming. Sun dies from Western skies.
Realign.
Libra
The scales of
Justice
Yin and Yang
The interchange of
love
A world in perfect
balance
twixt summer/winter
extremes
The perfect beauty of sun shining
on rainbow puddles
reflecting the brilliant
colors
of changing leaves
Yield
I chase a marvelous goat
--
the young idea
frisky and
rambling.
I fenced her in with
words.
A mazing race though the
whishing wind.
She laughed when I claimed
to have caught her
and led me on
through newborn autumn
fields.
love like breeze through
leaves,
song of future
longing,
autumn in the wind
A Vignette
It was a simple house in a
simple town.
The road was long and
winding.
Two men sat on the
road.
They were playing
cards.
One man had a bottle which
was occasionally passed.
They were not playing for
any stakes,
But as an excuse for
companionship.
It was a simple house in a
simple town.
Old gnarled, stately tall
trees formed a woods
that lined the
roadway.
It was noon, but the day
was overcast;
not dark, but pleasantly
muted.
It was
autumn.
The trees were proud of
their majestic leaves
of gold and magenta which
covered their branches
and sprinkled the
earth.
Small furry creatures
occasionally could be seen
amidst the trees, leaves
and earth.
The two men were aware of
all this in the
backgrounds of their
minds.
They were also aware of
the pleasantness
of their peaceful
companionship
as they played cards,
passed the bottle
and made casual
conversation about this and that.
It was a simple house in a
simple town
by the side of a long and
windy road
which was surrounded by
woods.
A plane passed overhead
and was briefly a part of
this scene,
before moving on to more
important places.
Juicy round
autumn
Juicy round autumn
burnished red and
golden
mesmerizing quality of time
today.
Hunger forgotten when life is a
garden
sow and weep
while you sleep
a new day grows.
Getting our time
together
Getting in touch with weather
again
And there's been so much to
weather
Again and again and
again.
Sunrays are playing
Warming the walkways
Flashing out rainbows
in random puddles and
streams.
Clear skies and
starlight
Awaken the night
hours
Expanding the time to harvest our
dreams.
Indian
Summer
In a time of awakening;
In a season of wild
abandon;
In a moment of sensation
-
In a flash
In a long and luscious indian
summer of my life
Glorious dreams were
made.
Sound doctrines
magnified.
Quick impulses of insight found
light and sparkled
long into the autumn
night.
I will remember
the chill of golden
woods
the fairytale rolling
mountains
the days upon days of cool clean
crispness
like the sweet/tart fruits of
harvest.
In a clearing
Along a riverbed
Furry forest sounds and scent of
moisture
Early morning dawn awakening
to a season of wild
abandon
a golden moment of
sensation
In a flash -- alive to an open
season
Alive to a new
awakening
Alive
Autumnal
Vision
Wind, rain: a snuggle under the
covers morning
Dreamtime --
"dreaming of the way things might
have been"?
Someone asked: What short of
revolution could remake
the world to be
more fair, peaceful, more
encouraging of love?
My new mantra: "lighten
up":
Eyes upward, facing mysteries of
stars and heavens
Heart lightened, to more merry,
merry be
I lighten the load to my aching
shoulders, and find
worlds of light and joy easier to
carry
I look to ancient wisdoms to
enlighten my soul
And I laugh, lightly,
brightly,
let loose too tightly inheld breath
of
fear/hate/judgment.
Breathing freely, I
inhale
the
exhilarating scent of changing leaves
Look!
Through autumn branches
Hunter Moon
October
Entering into a joy of its
own,
love long subdued, yet
never
denied . . .
Deeply buried, muffled calls
from
memory's tomb.
Embedded in layers, perennial
autumn leaves.
Empty years
temporarily deluged by tears
tumbling like
coins
through torn
clothing.
Hard earned but never
spent;
I weep for you.
Entering into a joy of its
own,
elation of interchange
incomplete.
Crepuscular darkness of
Autumn,
solemn, ancient,
descending,
anticipates
consummation.
