forever autumn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Al-ESH-XfQc

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.