a fervent sense of longing trails each autumn <br />a leaf makes a change of costume and <br />spirals away in a colourful farewell dance <br />the year makes a ceremonious bidding <br />before turning earth into a page of white <br />for us to shower our memory of each day <br /> <br />leaf by leaf the wind tears away autumn <br />orchestrating a skeletal frame to rake our <br />thoughts about the year, instilling the <br />anticipation for the comeback of another <br />sparkling spring, blazing summer... <br /> <br />autumn helps us compose the days <br />when we shed the clothes for a new <br />spring and sunbath a new shade, <br />a charged bodice every cell <br />surges in a burst of portent energy <br /> <br />every autumn leaves an aftertaste of <br />a billowing like the soothing and mellow <br />sounds of violin where every note comes <br />alive with a bright orange hue the weight <br />of longing and anticipation<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-autumn-7/
