The Hamlets are gloomily lit
The forest hoovers its brown shades
where loneliness prevails
Yet let us pray for solitude
by the sunken  chimes of the evening bells
Smoke steeps in an empty grove
As the grey moon lifts
shadowless

The Autumn crocuses sway
amongst the shadows of the pine trees
The air is resonant with smoke
As the buddleia dies down

August as thick as musk
Blackbird came a calling
about Autumns ephemerality
Somber yet always lonely

The impending storms
ignite the skies
Finding a talisman
To acknowledge the epiphany

August you are a gust of leafs
floating downstream
you are about  heartfelt loss
Tameness is not spoke

The gorse withers on the ground
The Sin is autumnally thin
Silence hithes in blue
Those roughshed days
are scattered with the leaves

Schemes are forgotten
Feelings disposed
Into the chamber of nothingness
do we ascend

Lamenting
Guitars are trickling
And the lamp lightly lit
We have come to dream

the ancient elder
softly dawn came
mother cried
her gentle autumnal dreams
squandered

bare branch bird
the bell of november
Fathers spent silence


Loves lost chance  
the proximity of ancient sadness
Heads bowed
the moon crumbled

Evenings
we hear the chirp of the blackbird
Our bent shadows
appear

We thirst for the knowledge
of the pool

We the Autumn  people
lay by the elms

once slender hands
eyes aloft

the dark aggrieves our souls
the mutuality of a friend's hand
transgresses the gloom

My voice never seems to be loud enough

To break through storm in your mind

I can never seem to get through to you

No matter how hard I try

Your breathing is sometimes so shaky

Like you're trying not to cry

Why don't you give me your burdens?

I'm here til the day you die

When the carrion calls
this is your  destruction
you are drunk with distain

Your body is a yew tree
into which a maiden
dips her momentary fingers

You are  now a  snake
which slithers 
towards the black cave


together your
dreams are stillborn
the  still night interlopes
with your deft piety
disheartened