A Collage of Autumn

 

A silent thunder of darkened clouds approach

light is diminished into a perpetual shadow of gloom

Sinister cohorts of ghosts dart about in macabre dance

the drums of the damned fill the air with stark foreboding

 

The obscure memories of past years appear from the sepulchres of time

a barely noticed cenotaph assumes a different identity

War is never too distant to be ignored or hidden from

All Souls Day resurrects sepia images of family and friends

 

The nights draw in as a tide of misfortune

curtains add to the warmth of our earthly homes

We pray for this doomed season to be gone

beyond this grave prelude to winter the incarnation

becomes a beacon of life