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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among
Nothing mattered or had a name:
War broke: and now the Winter of the world
With perishing great darkness closes in.
The foul tornado, centred at Berlin,
Is over all the width of Europe whirled,
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
in a strange bedroom--
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
It is autumn; not without
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.
The road is long and windy
The trees stand tall and strong
The sky is bleak and misty
This place is where I belong
There is no doubt about it,
Autumn is deep upon us
Orange, reds and yellows
And gold, yes gold
Leaves have started to fall, so they say we are in autumn,
Everything has started to turn red and grey. We are in autumn.
I want this morning and music and warmth of your hand with mine,
A poet asked me,
to pen a poem on Autumn
To glow my gadgets
like the colors of Autumn leaves;
And Comes Autumn...
with its addendum of cover and colour.
And as nature unfurls its myriad of jewels
there be majique of ineffable bounty,
Autumnhas come, worship has come,
Come colourful Day!
Autumn means that every one thinks,
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