Uncategorized

A thought on Autumn

Autumn

Isn’t dreary, autumn isn’t a maid grown old.

Autumn is a maid stripped bare.

By rain, by wind, by human hand.

Undressed.

Left to live with  bare essentials.

Only thus, she shall come to know the bare essence of things.

And waiting for new times she will praise these.

What she’s waiting for is already on its way.

And it’s all white.

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “A thought on Autumn”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s