Collapse into me, Summers golden kisses.
On the peripheral of winter’s yet to bes.
Infuse deep within me, the warmth of your hues.
Serenade me with your gentle rustlings.
I melt into your transition,
Following your lead, ever changing.
Enchanted, entranced, with each shifting breeze,
At Autumn’s liberation…
©Elizabeth Dianne Allee
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Upon transitory stone.
No leaves to fret,
No rustling heard in the wind.
Making bare, expectations.
Majestic fall defiance.
Autumn arrayed for all seasons.
Lady of autumn
Gift forest bare with warm hues
Bathe the ground in gold
My cloud isn’t pink
How long, I wonder
Will I feel this way
No purple sunsets
In my mind
Only thumbnail moons
In darkened nights
I question the future
Days I’ve left to live
How many times I will
Fall into the same abyss
I ride a magic carpet
In my dreams
I watch my journey
From above the trees
Trying to escape
Than the previous times
I’ve lost my way
My cloud’s no longer pink
It’s, YET AGAIN, a hopeless gray…
This is based upon a dream I had last night.
Standing stable on solid slab,
Aloft undefined ground below.
Suddenly flat surface begins to slant,
Small seeds of fear were sewn.
Growing steeper and steeper,
I was shifted out of balance.
The tilt more and more threatening,
My security now, but a fragment.
Grasping to the upper edge,
My only link to safety.
Only one arm available,
My other injured beside me.
I was horrified and panicked,
Cluttered, indistinct destruction swirling.
Hand slipping, to let go meant to die,
Into an unknown I couldn’t see, an abyss blurring.
And then, all became still, upright, and stable again…
I discovered it hadn’t moved at all,
The person with me was confused, at best.
It was some sort of hallucination, I was told,
Suggested to have been triggered by stress.
The golden gateway,
To autumn’s seasonal change.
Guided by God’s light.