Glow: It is leave. I had a joyful time <br />Under the bough of the firs <br />In the breezing of summer songs spurs <br /> <br />They had its pleasure till evening <br />So much there to find for yourself <br />A song to remember till spring <br />Of a sweetness that of moments tell <br /> <br />My house is now into its own <br />A darkness of a drifting shore* <br />The moods of the yesterdays have flown <br />And time - a stern - is as sure as before <br />That shadows stay up – whiles, long to go <br />They wander into avenues of cornered glow <br />Agitatedly - till they find a new light's row <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(Inspiration: Autumn Day by Rainer Maria Rilke) <br /> <br />* Seamen tell me, - when they see a shore in darkness, it often drifts before their eyes, especially if there is mist out there with the darkness…<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-s-avenues/
