Autumn’s Avenues Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Glow: It is leave. I had a joyful time
Under the bough of the firs
In the breezing of summer songs spurs

They had its pleasure till evening
So much there to find for yourself
A song to remember till spring
Of a sweetness that of moments tell

My house is now into its own
A darkness of a drifting shore*
The moods of the yesterdays have flown
And time - a stern - is as sure as before
That shadows stay up – whiles, long to go
They wander into avenues of cornered glow
Agitatedly - till they find a new light's row



(Inspiration: Autumn Day by Rainer Maria Rilke)

* Seamen tell me, - when they see a shore in darkness, it often drifts before their eyes, especially if there is mist out there with the darkness…