Autumn
Today I walked past the dingy, musty bylanes of memories
amid the foggy ruins of time
The silver cobwebs of nostalgia created an illusion
the door to an era gone by creaked on hinges
All was just the same
the bright brass lantern now meditating on darkness
the purple carnation now shrivelled
the blue mittens cosy no more
I looked at them, through them
felt not a thing
But when I decided to move on
a whiff of autumn breeze kissed me goodbye
It carried a scent of a million giggles
of pretty promises and silent vows
It felt of you
And made me cry
Finally.
Wow, What a moment painted with words…you don’t use ink or paints, but words…
thank you…
Autumn, for me, is always so delicately balanced between hope and melancholy.
Nice post.
true, mantecanaut
I loved the way you ended the poem. Just Lovely!