Shadows that haunt me in autumn <br />Memories of colours lost to winter <br />The Douglas Fir......forever green <br />Keeps the forests from the barren <br />and desolate winter... <br /> <br />Shadows tail the whispered winds <br />November's fickle breeze....snaps <br />Fresh images, for the Poet's mind <br />Reclusive me, i write my stories in <br />silent attitude... <br /> <br />Shadows that vision harvests death <br />Tips of golden leaves, turn to brown <br />Morning dew is masked in first-frost <br />I watch it all, by a window, in a room <br />of Donne and Poe... <br /> <br />All i need is my paper...and isolation <br />To feed by yen, for the abstract buffet <br />I bother no one..... harbour no secrets <br />I'm about words 'n tales from the dark <br />side of fiction... <br /> <br />For a Poet i am not- and will never be <br />Poet's paint a canvass, of open doors <br />Into the passions 'n perils of their lives <br />And they do it oh so well...'tis God-Gift <br />Still i write..... <br /> <br />And, the shadows of Autumn, haunt me <br />They scream and bleed poetic promise <br />Like the gold that Robert Frost inspired <br />While captured, in the autumn shadows <br />of a Poets dream... <br /> <br /> <br />(September 1st,2007)<br /><br />Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadows-of-autumn-a-poet-s-dream/
