A Late Autumn Dream In The Midst of Life

May 23, 2020 at 10:26 pm (Poetry) (poem)

A Late Autumn Dream In The Midst of Life

Wandering through the late autumn forest 
The coloured leaves have long since fallen to the ground 
and been blown far far away 

Walking along desolate gray ridden paths
The grass isn’t even brown or red or gold
But a peculiar shade of neutralizing gray
It seems these woods have become desolate of life 
And the snows of winter have not yet arrived 
to give them that glistening glowing magical wonderland look

Devoid of life 
Devoid of magic
Has this what my life has become?
Walking a desolate gray path
Through woods dark and dreary
bare of leaves 
bare of life 
The empty trees stretch their branches upwards 
as if wishing for a hug and an embrace 
from the ever widening ever social distancing desolate gray sky above

It seems I turn a path
and there she stands 

It is just so like her 
The woman who would take baby goats out for a walk 

Who is she?
I do not know 
But I know she’d be the type of woman who would take baby goats for a walk 

I say hello 
and she vanishes 
I awaken on a desolate path 
Through desolate woods
It has all been but a dream
But a dream

I sigh a sigh
That’s met with the silence 
of the gray desolate sky 

I continue walking along this path
A path of reality devoid of dreams?
Or a path of dreams devoid of reality?
I do not know
I know only this
I have miles to go before I wake 
I have miles to go before I wake

-A poem written by Christopher
Saturday May 23rd 2020.