I remember walks,
cool autumn evening,
no words spoken
none needed
only an occasional glance
in crisp night air
to find in each other
a soul
intertwined
and giving
in love.
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Tag: autumn
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That Artsy Call
Posted at 8:18 am , on October 31, 2020
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Random Benchmarks
Posted at 1:17 am , on October 3, 2020
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Bright Sky, Soft Twilight
Posted at 12:44 am , on October 3, 2020
A night when nearby
I can feel you,
know you are there,
lost in the stars
a midnight sky,
together our eyes will search
and wonder if now
would be the right time,
or continue forward
like the natural elements of this world
around our dreams
really is fantasy,
or does the love I feel
in my every waking moment,
if when a dream brings you close,
look outside
see the moon asking questions,
we aren’t able to answer them anymore,
just the moon in a twilight autumn sky.
© Scott F Savage 10/3/2020
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A September Sky
Posted at 10:01 am , on September 12, 2020
I woke today to beauty in autumn,
our lives as they may aging is solemn.
Yet we might know inside a reach
is passion such that love does teach
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The sight swoon a sigh in silvery sky
a grateful beauty would a man cry.
May we see in a moment of silence
is hers in elegance a sweeping trance
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Today is a whether when where the gray
of sweeping breeze will loosen as may
the leaves of summer now are slipping
might nearby an ice bodies preparing,
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For is the time of year we might slippery
know this nature solace still shine silvery.
© Scott F Savage 9/12/2020
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A Matter of Time
Posted at 10:50 pm , on June 20, 2020
There is a life we lead,
based upon a wish,
perhaps an accumulation
over time.
I once walked along gravel roads to visit a friend,
she would wait upon her summer porch,
the heat of the day baking our skin,
yet lemonade,
or simply the beauty of her eyes,
would always lead my way,
like coming home,
yet this was fantasy,
not quite as real as life is
today.
I think about that porch,
the one we did make our own,
it had pebbles, and locked doors,
though it allowed us to dream
of a world tucked
away in the wood,
together we might sit
holding hands,
wishing forever,
yet knowing in our reality,
this would only be
a short time,
and then our lives
would have to return,
to a life
we only knew
alone.
Yet isolation was never complete
we had the laughter and cries
that would only emanate
from dearest child eyes.
For many years we
would try to live a journey
by societal ramifications,
the sort of law
in morality
would cause
the freezing of our hearts,
unraveling a soul,
and yet,
we knew that enchantment
we could feel in the moment
would never go away,
unless we allowed
the light to
become a wisp, a notion,
a flickering memory.
© Scott F Savage 6/2020
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Because, Matters
Posted at 1:10 pm , on May 3, 2020
In trying my hardest to understand,
found is the constant dilemma
too much analysis
far away from a willingness
to simply be,
rather beyond the circumstance
why.
Oh how often does that moment arise
standing along a river bank
watching the water swirl in a pool
of natural evolution,
the beauty of spring,
the magic of the fall,
the curiosity of winter ice,
pockets of freedom
for water and eyes.
I do so remember those times,
holding her in my arms,
never wanting to let go
yet nightfall,
an afternoon rain,
a haste we could no longer overcome,
gone would be the moment,
we would no longer be.
Because it matters to me,
would that sunshine
could be a moment of clarity,
the love,
the sweet melody
of an afternoon,
cloudless sky,
her soft cheek near my own,
the touch,
drawing a slow walk
such is the magic,
found in eyes
waiting to follow
each other’s lead,
with no time beckoning
our beyond,
this moment will always
remain,
when we could be
together.
I listen to a melody takes me home,
let the soft sensuality
inside a dream
brought within my wakeful
seemingly
next life fantasy.
For this will be my chosen nostalgic reality
each morning through toward the night sky.
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
the ‘b’ series
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Speaking In Shadows
Posted at 10:43 pm , on November 29, 2019
There was a time when song seemed a natural path,
the flowers along a walkway glisten in the rain,
a shadow of fear lost upon a sunlit horizon
for everywhere we look might smile sweet love.
Wish that a melody could walk me in a forest
feel the natural scratch of brush along naked skin,
the rustling of autumn leaves give way to the cold
deadening nature of our forever changing season.
I wished tonight I could hear her voice again,
so many hours of wonder, of hope, when a tear follow
the natural course of life when lost inside a dream,
a hope, a passion, silent reminder of when, only then.
This common theme of grateful eyes, and distant fond
the grace of some familiar trail that would our eyes become
now a simple nostalgic fairy tale, that once could be believed,
would now be perhaps romanticized beyond our reality.
I wanted to hear you, to see you, to sense your presence near me,
oh to know the beauty of your elegance I once could hold so dear.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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A Storm Ahead
Posted at 6:54 pm , on November 25, 2019
The winds would suggest
a storm ahead,
a quiet breeze
letting summer’s flower garden
hang on for a lasting parade
of memory,
inside a dreamer’s holiday.
Evenings have a certain silence
readying for the change,
a security is needed
to protect ourselves
from the rains turning to
a wintry mix of
Nature’s shroud.
If we might fantasize,
a chance to know our sweet
horizon to share our eyes,
inside the shelter
of a calm,
the simple elegance
of having you in my arms
would be we might know this gift
is a quiet remind, two lovers adrift.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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This Time of Year
Posted at 8:38 pm , on October 25, 2019
This time of year,
the chill begins to settle
hearts speak a caution,
soul will wander alone
This time of year,
our memory is masked,
a desire to move forward,
a need to say good-bye.
This time of year,
always that wonder
the silence of an august
perhaps a bitter sunrise.
This time of year,
the shadows are nearing,
lives begin to settle,
cold winds ask forgiveness.
This time of year
we still feel so near.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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Walk Inside
Posted at 6:57 pm , on October 22, 2019
A quiet landscape
stretches forever to the naked eye
one yet cries
when a vision reminds us
certain figures exist
would remind us without warning
fields of grain
flowing in the winds of autumn
might only represent
some temporary manifestation
of a temporary shadow
a silent fix
holds beauty
and that out of reach
passion for life
we all seem drawn to find
in the surreal skies
of Autumn.
Winter begins its sojourn
the nights are beginning to chill
the mind, the body,
the exploration
what love is,
how it was ever meant to be,
while we contemplate
the fascination
of some man-made
artistry,
years of finding balance
with nature,
an ability to rip the soil
from man
in a heartbreak
meant to define
the grand design.
I took a walk inside the aging grain,
only to find my way in a hidden truth.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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