#autmn
You are the morning gate
I rush to greet in Autumns when we meet
Trail around me form my cape, when darker days repeat
Fore dawn you embrace me
Sprinkle dew on my hair just like last time
You dance and shape my breath, in your wake I will confess
I wish we didn't face
I wish the sun shone and took your place here
Oh how I long for warmth, cover me in light of noon
The stupor ends right there
At the touch of your loving silvered hair
My smile isn't weary, in darkness we keep cheery
And now I leave you here
Awoken by your cold I am decided
In the days where darkness reigns, I have the brightest smile
You are the morning gate
I rush to greet in Winters when we meet
Trails around me form my cape, when darker days repeat
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:12 AM UTC
What strange messages
has autumn handed us!
They hold their branch,
by their withering root.
Once flushed in greens,
they fall, die, Indian gold.
Blanketing our solid grounds,
quilting our grey ways.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
Pumpkin spice and soft fleece blankets
all required for fall
The classic need for teenage dreams
Brown and earth tones only schemes
Whipped cream and warm tea
My favorite kinds are only three
Peppermint and chamomile bring joy inside my heart
But lemon ginger it does bring warmth, without a hearth
No fire needed but much enjoyed
flames of warmth rather destruction
Autumn leaves the smells envelop
"Sweater weather" my favorite time
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
Lost battle of a wounded soldier
Have I lost or given it all up?
But for now
The Autumn is on me
It all has ended
But I don't give up
I keep walking
Walking wounded
Dragging my tattered body
Along a Withered soul
At crossroads of Autmn
Where is the spring?
No flowers will bloom
I am not dispirited but for a moment
I deter
I fear
For this paused moment
I realise
I have lost the battle
Standing outside my house thinking
Do I have a right on this gate
I am a soldier defeated by life
Churning out bitter juices of negativity
I feel like a stranger in my own house
I disown my things
I laugh and and enter the house again
I have my flute, my water colours,aisle, brushes and other drawing tools inside
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
My thoughts on the breeze
Fall with ease as they please
Like leaves of the trees
Carried away
In moments as these
I'd gather them briefly
If I knew they wouldn't "leaf" me
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
autumn wind
shakes the dark clouds…
a laugh bursts
the rising mist
catches my skin…
warm fingers
sound of rain
on the roof…
a tap dance
on leaves…
the thump they bring
unroot silence
water strips
outside the window…
puddles crackle
fallen leaves
float by and by…
waving shadows
wind and the rain… ticks everywhere
rain drops blend moist air….. sweetness
loud gasps
from the skies…
thunder
lightning flashes
a brief glimpse…
thoughts
© Malintha Perera 2014
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC