My kingdom fell to the sweeping unassuming grace of autumn. Unapologetic but yet still dsubtle, autumn winds of mellow drifted gently through once empty courtyards, changing all they touch. Each marbled inch of the courtyard statues feels the warm breath of change; flagstone by flagstone autumn's whisper fills their gaps, as her golden-brown gown crackle playfully over their helpless frozen features.
Leaves crumble from ashened branches; trunks bent, dry with resignation. Once a green crown, now a patchwork of ash and brown beauty. Subtle were the changes, bold were the signs -- all these from the whisper of an inevitable autumn, for the reign of a summer king must give way to his mellow queen. Frozen setting rays of brilliant orange blend comfortablly with familiar cousins of burgandy, like fingers entwined -- the once blinding glory of holy light, now a humble ashened glow.
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My summer is giving in fast to an autumn, a mellowing of sorts. A ball of ash-green ash found its way into my hands, a whisper of autumn into my eye and a tremble of warmth eased itself into my soul.
I used to love watching sunsets. Did someone once say that the things you love would eventually rub off on you?
A sunrise before a sunset. An opening act before a closing act. An audience gathered and dispersed. A tree blooming before sheding. A flower smiling before passing.
Autumn has finally found me. Summer might have been different, but they're all seasons, passing in turn. Autumn is beautiful as well. Perhaps winter might hold more magic when the snow falls and the mercury falls.
The night is here. The candles are lit -- angels of tungsten, bring light to a familiar darkness. With eyes opened, but heart closed, each laboured breath in the dark grinds like sand on stone.
A yearning. A longing. Another long night. In autumn, all nights are long -- it's neither the length, nor the darkness that would pose tricky -- it's the music, the siren song that plays on the night wind, if it blows.
JKLM
Friday, September 02, 2005
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3 comments:
i say, i love u writings, and i do =)
i must say that many of my entries are unpolished and raw. i'd have preferred to spend more time contemplating and editting what i write, but sometimes, when a story is fighting to get out... i just have to let it go. glad you liked it though...
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