Autumn Leave – on a shivery eve –

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Autumn Leaves

– on a shivery eve –

As autumn leaves,
Shadows fall 
On a shivery eve,
While mind recalls
Obscuring shades,
I’m made to feel
While vista fades,
A summer’s peal
Nature betrays,
Once sun filled days…
Thus autumn leaves 
My soul behind,
A summer hostage
Of plead declined 
To keep alive
Fair weather skies,
And butterflies …
Soon winter’s blast 
Will cast a haze,
To chase the last
Of autumn days,
And scattered leaves	
When Frost said Jack, 
Will come awake 
In a world near grey,
To soon blustery wakes… 
Tho I’d turn back 
Fall season’s clock, 
Nature chose cold 
As its mortal mock,
To oblige Thanatos 
Who will now wrest,
Fall season’s soul 
As autumn leaves,
To soon make way		     	 
For a winter’s hold!
                      © Jean-Jacques Fourier  
     
Imagery - by MD    
Music - New York Jazz, Classics... 
Audio recital - Jean-Jacques Fournier

” The Way Home ” – looking for the road –

Just to let you know that I have been honoured by Francina of Poetry and Art, who a few days ago, published my poem ‘The Way Home’ on her post…
https://seasonspoetry.wordpress.com/…/the-way-home-by-jean…/

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” The Way Home “

            – looking for the road –

I’d moved on

For reasons vague,

Like vision fades

For bygone days,

Where but a trace

Of puerile dreams,

For untried place

Fashioned a need,

That time in wait

Might so achieve,

An understanding

Not yet discovered,

Wants one explore

Afore life quenches

That thirst to roam,

Till years suggest

Look for the road,

Leads the way home!

                                                                written in Sweetsburg

                                                              © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                        June 27, 2014

 

“ Of A Horse ” ~ in the rain ~

I ponder the lot

Of a horse,

Who has caught

Endless days

In the rain,

How he must feel

To suffer its bane,

As he ingests grass

In meadows too wet,

That verges morass

Nature chose beset,

On pasture he links

To life giving fests,

While hunger persists

Thus imaged bethinks

In this life he submits,

Fails to be in the pink!

                                                        ode to friends Michèle & Thomas

                                                                  the ultimate horse lovers

© Jean-Jacques Fournier