under a star filled midnight sky

a cold autumn night sits

and stares in the middle of a late named harvest.

the silence blares

as the moon screams brightly glares;

//

the loud news of the world

soaks into the skyscrapers above;

but here, in the late October fields

the world still turns but the pollution fades away,

never mind what the screen says!

printed words in a book warms

as the chilled flakes of snow fall slowly

upon an unspoken ground the cold blanket covers.

//

she says she feels better in my arms,

i hold her tight the pain fades away.

the morning sun was delayed

while the silence of the morning frost covered.

death is a hard act to follow!

i laid there as she slept,

falling for her soul once again.

still in her last breath, dreams were built

and filled in canyon grooves.

//

thoughts are like leaves of autumn that dangle

and fall like sand in an hour-glass.

a poor man’s blood

splattered and smeared over the ground

lays there dying

as his pockets get picked.

a red wine toast to a bon voyage

setting sail to another ship!

simplicity lives

all with deep complicity;

hand in hand

ocean waves kiss the land!

//

under a star filled midnight sky

a cold autumn night sits

and stares in the middle of a late named harvest.

the silence blares

as the moon screams brightly glares

c. 2016 bgw