I have this thought…
Our lives like leaves in autumn
From high branches falling
A thousand shades are waving
Through spectral light
Then a scent, of earth
A cold nose and the sight
Of a warm glow
Four floors up
The old flat we brought our son to
The balcony where the parakeets visit
The tall beech and the rolling park beyond
The dense solitude of the estate all around
Pushing its edges into the earthy common
Its woods and mulched graveyards
And I am walking there
With no thoughts of future
Kicking through undergrowth
Through copse then open ground
The contrast deepening
The strangers thinning
I turn back for warmth
Four floors up, I find you sleeping
Four floors up, and I am falling
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 5:59 PM UTC
I have this thought…
Our lives like leaves in autumn
From high branches falling
A thousand shades are waving
Through spectral light
Then a scent, of earth
A cold nose and the sight
Of a warm glow
Four floors up
The old flat we brought our son to
The balcony where the parakeets visit
The tall beech and the rolling park beyond
The dense solitude of the estate all around
Pushing its edges into the earthy common
Its woods and mulched graveyards
And I am walking there
With no thoughts of future
Kicking through undergrowth
Through copse then open ground
The contrast deepening
The strangers thinning
I turn back for warmth
Four floors up, I find you sleeping
Four floors up, and I am falling
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