Lucid gold, like honey, breaks
The cooling shadow beneath the branching beauty.
Slowly, the lone tree rocks-
Shifting the glowing patterns over the floor.
In dense forest and garden alike,
Time seems stuck in the last summer embrace
If not for the rustling of tree-tops above,
From the wind washing over the cloudless skies.
Looking up through sun filtered leaves
Of amber and emerald shimmering jewels,
Fond memories of past autumns joy
Glint in the droplets from yesterday's rain.
But lucid gold, like summer, fades
Leaving naught but the shadow behind in its place.
Time carries on,
And the wind flips my hair.
The warmth of the moment changed into despair
Clouded skies and winter coats;
No perfect calm or warmth to be seen.
Trees become bare
As the now fragile jewels
Lay lifeless and crumpled in rainwater pools.
Oddly, through these bitter months
Of chilling cold and darkness plenty,
Somehow the dark
Only drives us to try
Brighten up the lives of the people nearby.
Trees again glitter and glow,
And the darkest of skies burst with dazzling colours.
No need for the sun to bestow us with rays,
When an open fire can warm heart and soul.
And yet when summer returns,
The air sweet as honey and time frozen still,
Trees are reborn,
But I'll never forget
That light doesnt end when the golden sun sets.
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Poems of my Mind
PuisiThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
