Autumns Requiems Poem by Kevin Patrick

wildflowers rust, wilting into sepulchers
they flail about as cold winds whip their tired youth
into dry phantoms & bouquets of skeletons

that prostrate in decrepitude
of their biological neurosis


and the fields grow ever solemn
across the tall and narrow path
lines of asters lose their luster
sprouting into Russian thistles
grasses grow into black masses
in congregations of green corrosion
their pallid blades fall locked and combed
languidly in silent repose
while an anemic sun peers on
through a thick curtain of silver clouds

distilling a somber ambience
of cheerful desolation


And forests starve as cold snaps carve
the remnant skins of verdant shrubberies
pile in layers of naked limbs and twigs
skulking about in Octobers holocaust
as bindweeds cups retreat in tears
the yellow parsnips grow black with gangrene
and trees become wildfires of barbed wire
clustered together in tightknit unison
they snake about in cartilage mazes
while they reshape their branches
into pointed knives and pin pricked lances


Now the earth has become a shrine for leaf's
with miles of colours piled in gutters of orange and gold
enticing the eye like a blanket of warm delights

Beguiling the realm of sight
with rays of autumns sweeter delight



Now hear the ghosts of last crickets' chimes
to an empire of silence
as the world now lays in memories sublimed
under autumns requiems