All Else Failed
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Of misty autumn mornings, when the ethereal dawn is nigh
I find out my window, hills that are ablaze with frigid flames that lick the marble grey sky
While stemmed, glacial cinders leap and tumble on the polar tempests
They will crumble and play on our fingers as the north wind sighs
Of wet and dreary autumn afternoons, where nature’s royal blood has flowed
I walk thoughtfully amongst the silver veins of water, in a lonely country road
Lined with a great host of oaks that stand in bare whiteness to my passing
Dark ditch and bare branch entwined in a dirge, an ode that forebodes.
Of nostalgic autumn eves, when sun fails and moon kills the morning to bring in the night
I wander over dark hill and shadowed furrow to reach a long awaited sight
Spying candles on the sill and hearth with fire to beckon my frozen feet to rest
To end my autumn’s journey, only to begin anew with sol’s new light.
I find out my window, hills that are ablaze with frigid flames that lick the marble grey sky
While stemmed, glacial cinders leap and tumble on the polar tempests
They will crumble and play on our fingers as the north wind sighs
Of wet and dreary autumn afternoons, where nature’s royal blood has flowed
I walk thoughtfully amongst the silver veins of water, in a lonely country road
Lined with a great host of oaks that stand in bare whiteness to my passing
Dark ditch and bare branch entwined in a dirge, an ode that forebodes.
Of nostalgic autumn eves, when sun fails and moon kills the morning to bring in the night
I wander over dark hill and shadowed furrow to reach a long awaited sight
Spying candles on the sill and hearth with fire to beckon my frozen feet to rest
To end my autumn’s journey, only to begin anew with sol’s new light.
although this thread is a bit old)
