Autumn Coloures Old Father Time
The rain is falling
a leaf is free-floating
it dropped out of coloured dreams
the colours erodes by rain
forgot all green within
longingly of trees.
A life is falling
a dream slithered within
consists out of coloured spumes
of farthing tree tops home heights
floated to earth silently in threes
gave brightness of colours a deeper space.
Adorns on the ground
by a colourful spotted blessing
the earth will be covered now
with yellow, orange and red
hidden under dappled red
until all colours are gone with the rain.
They say autumn colours
Old Father Time
digging in space
weaves a new floating
and time heals the wounds of a summertime
prepares the winter and a new life in spring waiting.
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Floy Dy Ra,11-04-2013
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