As I look out upon October leaves <br />And brown grass weathered by the Autumn sun <br />I see the shafts of light a bare branch cleaves <br />And so much of creation now undone <br /> <br />I feel the sorrow of a world defeated <br />And wonder if my life reflects the same <br />Cycle of life's consciousness depleted <br />Like a picture that has fallen from its frame <br /> <br />I bare my heart to painful introspection <br />Regarding simple pleasures never found <br />Like finding images of one's reflection <br />In a fleeting pool of water ever bound <br /> <br />Where now are all the promises of Spring <br />That light and warmth and flowers would repair <br />What now do winter wind and shadows bring <br />But dower images and dark despair <br /> <br />And yet as I recall from years gone by <br />That following the darkness and the cold <br />If I can my own darker moods defy <br />Will then the flowers of spring at last unfold <br /> <br />And so it goes and so my life repeats <br />The cycles of the seasons in my mind <br />And so my memory at last deletes <br />The darker side of life I often find<br /><br />Richard Lackman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/october-leaves-2/
