Autumn's March Poem by Smoky Hoss
Autumn's March
At sunset the fiery sky rebels
into gray.
The clouds become stained
with orange, fighting the approaching dark.
The dark will win - temporarily -
and the days will march single file
off on the wings of autumn,
barefoot and happy, heading towards heavenly realms.
And I,
I shall sit gently watching it all pass by.
Awaiting my time,
to quietly follow,
these marching end of days.
Sobering, but the way you expressed times onward march seems to be the better way. Time will win and nothing will change that. Hope you are not planning any early departure. I find this even soothing
A poem for thought, I love the, barefoot and happy, heading towards heaven.
I guess time is marching on for all of us while w e sit and watch - very poignant write Smoky, great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/18/2024 3:38:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great imagery! I like the wait of death and it's acceptance.