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
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
Always will have to be that way,
our lives are meant to adjust
changing manners of the mind,
body & soul know we are alive.
Our organic response to bleed,
an aching beyond our own desire,
the passionate response still alive,
our heart would cry for the soul.
In the morning wake to sweet song.
Our body needs to breathe in peace,
perhaps a gasp of melody in respect,
how often can we feel a coming sigh.
Glance outside in night sky a swoon,
for might she know her beauty bloom.
© Scott F Savage 2019
I can feel it,
there is foggy horizon,
yet the looming notice,
a knowledge seems in my heart,
our heart,
Soft is this autumn night,
a fireplace,
clothes of comfort,
would that I might
know her
state of mind
in the moonlight.
I know I yearn,
for eyes, a smile and conversation,
I desire so much,
beyond the normalcy of
what it is we might now know,
today,
under the gaze of a
Hunter’s Moon.
© Scott F Savage 2019
Sounds in the quiet
simple serendipity
not immediate
certainly carries
the weight of silence.
Pick a swath of forest
imagine the dense treasure
of a nature
we might all have wants,
explore passion.
If needing such is
the original
aboriginal,
that primate
capable of love.
Not knowing
the instinct will
someday
evolve
with painful beauty.
There is this sweet
recall
colors, leaves glance in
the autumn sunlight
we might suggest forever.
© Scott F Savage 2019
While summer is now
the august memory
the night cicada speak it’s rhythm
sweet sunlight keep distance
toward what will be our mettle
we carry on
find warm reason
to hollow within
suggestions of cool winds
fallen hero is a splendid
landscape of memory
that will question
all that is mysterious
yes, is her mystique
in love.
© Scott F Savage 2019
While a stroll
quiet evening breeze
swift is memory
include her dream
the once was,
a maybe
then tears afterward
he didn’t know
though compassion
remained in his heart
the craziness
our silent intrigue …
shattered within
her heart,
iced inside his
constant appeal.
The autumn
could have been
quite enough
in its servitude
dragging in the reality
of winter in hand
our lives taken apart
by the elements
returning us home
long enough to forget
for a moment,
until the thaw
when
one walks forward.
Oh to know the pain
he served
an impassioned love
he forgot his way
her efforts ignored
sans the loneliness
responsibility her will
his defeat.
I didn’t want to wonder,
so I wrote you a letter,
and yet, even in the quiet autumn rain,
I knew the answers wouldn’t matter.
She’d ask me about fantasy,
wanted to know what was real
what matters, when might we feel
worthy of some sweet serenity.
Last night the sky was clear
except for the soft clouds drifting near,
a full moon a beckoning light,
until she felt the veil of her shadow.
I remember when I was a child,
some movie, maybe a fairy tale,
suggestive of a cloud covered moon,
there is sadness in feeling so alone.
I stood outside tonight in the tears
of a fall sky turning to winter,
I could feel the numbness of a frozen
state of mind, swept in an icy horizon.
Whispers in moonlight would always be a song
for this is a silence inside I will forever long.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
October morning
Fresh, then leaves fall reckoning
Autumnal mourning.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
a very simple walk
sunlight on cut forest paths
just the two of us,
her hand in mind,
an occasional glance
find your eyes, find my own,
feel the gravel beneath our soul
holding fast
to the grace of our heart
walking along with me,
let’s laugh and smile
simple emotions
a sunny day
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
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