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PERTINAX Oct 26
Nature's Retreat

My heart sings songs parallel to the dance of rain
Where lyrics speak true to nature's mighty chorus
Of colorful leaves burned from early frost
Where green becomes gold and gold turns to red
And the animals, both big and small, hurry to get to bed

My heart speaks to these changes all around me
Embracing Fortuna as if she were my mother
Wishing that I, like the leaves, could also fall and be free
Released from loose bonds that sway with but a breeze
From mighty ******, third of his name, God of the wind
Who that deceitful Juno deceived, to blow steadfast
Aeneas away from hearts true love, to a bigger purpose
His own Goddess to please

Yet... It was not to be for me
Too strong were the currents from that vengeful Neptune
Who then commanded blue Oceanus to summon the monstrous gray Charybdis
Pulling down on the brown oars of my life, seeking to consume
That which I thought mine, as if spoken by an Oracle,
A future as free and varied as a rain soaked forest in fall
Before all falls to rest within the spiteful white teeth of winter
Leaving me to dance in the decay of nature's retreat

I then cry with Terra Mater, reminding her of the days
Where our hearts sang and we spoke in hushed whispers
Excited for the seasons change and the chance to rest
Yet... I am not prepared to say goodbye to her
Her beauty, to me, shines brighter than burning Sol
Me, a moth to her flame, is lost when she is away
Tormented by the memories of life living only to die
An endless cycle of pain that numbs the days spent waiting
For spring to rise once again and refresh my heart
From the desolation of the icy purgatory
And empty forests, skeletal in appearance,
A drab contrast to the songs of revival and lush trees
That are a favorite of the myriad dryads and nymphs
Whom orchestrate the natural melody of the Earth
While patiently awaiting my summer heat

I miss them like I will her, for soon I shall fall like the rain
Patiently awaiting my rebirth so that I might dance with her again
MetaVerse Oct 23

The one flower
     Outside my window
Has turned to dust.

Lena Oct 22
It flutters,
It falls;
They pile so high.
Like a beautiful
Orange-red
Melody.
Something fall-related for you lovelies, have a great day!
Angharad Oct 21
I hope the grey of the season calls a blanket of comfort to fall around you,
as the mute of the sun encourages our shadows to surrender.
Kas Oct 14
Winter

In your frozen clutch
Existence can lay restful
Awaiting rebirth.


Spring

Life from the Aether
Quarreling over the warmth
Of our nearest star.


Summer

Blazing heat arrives
Boiling me inside and out
Autumn, I need you.


Autumn

You keep me centered.
Your crisp embrace surrounds me.
Filling me with peace.
Michael Oct 13
The wheel turns as summer greens turn yellow
And we see, as in life, there is beauty in death
Bursts of Fall bombast, settle on earths pillow,
A harbinger of new life waiting to draw breath
MetaVerse Oct 12
The changing seasons are not more changefull
Then my mistresse; neither more vengefull
Is the wooing autumn wind that sedvceth
A singing mood afore it blasteth
With bitter colde, angry and disdainfull.
Her scorne is lyke a scorpion stinge painfull
In my sad heart wich bleedeth for banefull
Her who presently nowe observeth
          The changing seasons.
Her cruell scorne capricious entiseth
My heart to dispaire; itt dispaireth
Dailye and dieth from disese carefull.
Her scorne doth make my harte most woefull,
And so my smartyng heart despiseth
          The changing seasons.
neth jones Oct 9
time is fettered                                          
new leaf litter       feathers my doorstep

time is fettered                                          
letters remain by the door
silence fills my chest

the wind carries feathers                        
flecked in blood
(violence in the food chain)
my brain releases
               and silence fills my chest
neth jones Oct 9
bloom wounds brightly
ignition
ventilated scents      and the air is roused
Haiku inspired

alt version :

bloom wounds  ignite
scents ventilated   and the air is roused
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