Have you changed ?
did you follow the summer ?
until the storm got in your way !
Have you occasioned the calling ?
did you shape the world through your telescope ?
Was the universe caring ?
did you wait for the fall ?
when it returned
not caring enough
Did you ever capture your tears
from the falling rain ?
Was grace tantamount
when you sighed at the World ?

By the winter walls
there are long shadows
snow falls on the window panes
Hope is always mocked

Griefs is  emerging
at the church service
as the pale people empty
from service
They have been ****** enough

Love  is unrequited
as the damsels return to their homestead
A small bird on bare branches
is  only there for melancholy
passed by the occasioned wayfarer

Memory like a lost gull
faces dejection
In the autumn of his mind
faces absorption
with the now

No walks down the blue river
He waits for evening
in his solitary room

O lonely man
drunk with knowing disdain
His knowing memories
senses his ancestral farm
and thoughts of his Mother, Margaret

There is the stillness of darkness
There is no guilt
Thoughts of death
will not encounter him
His soul at peace

The evening hues
Wisteria leaves abate
Tangled into the blueness
Ghosts of yesterday tingles

Gusts of wind flatten the gutters
As the window panes rattle
Glaring clouds are driven
with wild horses spooked

The River is eerily placed
as Ducks coo by the sodden bank
A storm is impending
enough to ignite the woods

The Lunatics are doubtful
their Nightmares abound
the glittering rainfall
cascades its way down the roof tops

Beneath the rotten boughs
Past hope is filled with resentment
The Autumn winds are lonely

A man appears in silhouette
Rain drenched, wrapped in a blue coat
watching the golden stars
His time has come

Red vines wrestling
swaying tangled
nestling the ghosts of fear

My lamentable grace is empty
no bright tidings do I see
the avalanche of nothingness engulfs

The ponds reflection
shatters tranquility
Nightmares plumage
the glittering dissolve