I try to remember the colors of autumn
Laid bare by my winter
Colors traded for lasting shadows upon this land
Woodlands and hills framed in everlasting greys
In absence of harvesting nature’s bounty
Abandoned to the fields
Mercy and deeds
Traded for some unknown fate
In this upcoming winter
My time is well spent indoors
Framed by only windows
Overlooking my Lake Ann
Fragments of silver threads
Held in some mystic realm
Loneliness seeps inward
Caught in hush morning light
Flickering in fireplace flames
Teetering just beneath reason and feelings
Chasing a life that could have been . . . or that is to be . . .
Good morning dear Joe! So good of you to stop by & thank you for your kind words. Have a great Thanksgiving holiday!!
Thank you so much or taking your time to comment ~ I'm glad you enjoyed the poem!
Hello Brian! Glad to read your words~ so true ~ traveling outdoors does help. Many a time in deep winter I go to a large indoor garden just to walk among the greenery! Haves great Thanksgiving!
Hello my dear~thank you for your kind words. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Wishing you a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday too!
Thank you Ginny for visiting my blog today & for your kind words! Yes I do think present past & future are co-conspirators! 🙂
I love visiting you on Lake Ann, Joanie. In photos and in your lovely word images. This visit is a special one.
smiles….nice journey you took us on there…even in this season i try to be outdoors as i know in side the feelings creep in a little tighter…
Love opening lines for the contrast…beautiful poem…xx
This is a beautiful capture. I especially love the last line, for do we live in the past or look to the future. Or perhaps a bit of both.