This autumn night

in The Ink Well4 years ago

This autumn night
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. by @d-pend .
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This autumn night
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A chill now twines its way about the walls
Of forms delimited through sunny days,
Of leafy garrisons and barken halls.
Outside, a frosty tendril through the maze
Of moats and hills, of solemn ancient groves
Winds and cackles, ruminates and roves
Intent on taking creatures unaware.

And younglings frolic still, without a care —
Without a furrowed brow or heavy thought
Of death and the illusioned pain she’s wrought.

Life must shoulder on while wither-fade
The verdant pennants, flowers bright, and blade
Of emerald lawn which weaves a threnody
For all its fallen souls, that never be
Forgotten all the children of the earth —
Enshrined in song inestimable worth
Of every onetime-vital pulsing orb
Of spirit which eternity absorbs.

A chill is in the boughs and in the wind;
In the veins, brushing against the skin
Of every broken-hearted who will mend
In course of time the self-inflicted sin
Of dearth of love — withheld, the highest balm
That lends a body peace, profoundest calm —
Forgiveness of a hatred-scarrèd past.

That this fall, too, the spirit might outlast
A vacuum of warmth-absence with a faith
Profounder — more magnificent than wraith
Of chill that twines its way about the walls
Of leafy garrison and barken halls
Yet enters not into the molten core
Of ecstasy — which darkness must abhor,
Who signifies the long-fated demise
Of grayness sett'ling now into the skies
Of autumn night.
                               A cusp of sanity
Burgeons with the starry clarity
Of cold and distant-seeming galaxies,
And smiles down with wink of atmosphere
Upon unknowing, loyal prodigies
Whose prowesses are held by thinnest fear
Of spidersilk — constructed in the mind:
Barest thread which holds in iron bind
The vast and soaring spirits on the plain,
Who, if they only ask, can be made sane
Within an instant — twinkling of the eye,
Transfigure me, and hold my spirit high —
Bring my dimming vision to the light,
While winds a chill all through this autumn night.


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words and images by @d-pend
created for HIVE on Sept. 19, 2020


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I hope my own diminishing vision comes to light too. It has has been dwindling ever since.
Nice poem as always buddy👍

Of autumn night.
A cusp of sanity
Burgeons with the starry clarity
Of cold and distant-seeming galaxies,
And smiles down with wink of atmosphere

Gorgeous penning, Daniel. The photo work was superb too. It is quiet unexpected the way autumn snuck up on us this year. Most peculiar times.

This is a chill song and feel good poem.