Though Scent Still From You Pour (You Are Different Than Before)

 

Though Scent Still From You Pour

(You Are Different Than Before)

 

© 2016 Barbara M. Schwarz

 

Purple Eyes Publishing (PEP)

the value of knowing

 

Published by PEP at Shakespir

ISBN: 978-1-910774-80-9

 

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On the front cover: “Memories of Leaves” 2016.

 

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Acknowledgements

The steadiness of breeze, the sense that autumn seize all our memories.

 

Though Scent Still From Your Pour

(You Are Different Than Before)

 

Though scent still from you pour

You are different than before

All your leaves now on the floor

Harvest time another

Shore

 

And I start to see

Nothing left now for me

No gift further to behold

No more fortune now be told

 

And your leaves now on the floor

No more colour draw

My eye now to your side

Here you hide in winter’s pride

 

All the juice inside

And though scent

Still whispering speak

Now in winter

Stillness peak

 

Dark and quiet terrain

When sunlight lights your path so plain

Your structure now is all the same:

 

I feel a waiting game

(And) call you now to name

A rest of seasons to proclaim

 

It’s all good earth now

Once again

 

And though the scent still from you pour

You are different than before

 

Feel the cold wind whisper -

Roar, you are close to heaven’s door

 

Whispered sorrow sing

A return of next year’s Spring

 

Whispered sorrow bring

A silence that (now) flutter wing

 

Whispered sorrow wring

The last that the old shall sing

 

A simple hymn

To mark the time

We revelled in pure sunshine

 

And though scent still pour

So many now on the floor

Autumn now for sure

Cedes to Winter pure

 

The whispering a scent now bring

To harbour life until next Spring

For there the future bring

New scent in everything

 

 

Purple Eyes Publishing

A simple source to digress: the slowing down to restfulness, and there the air a tenderness address what life no longer outwardly possess, and so to simply caress, a moment stepped in time, a silent waiting to define.

 

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