Today the leaves began to fall
they hurry to complement
the teardrops
already fallen
The cooler air replaced warm
the breeze seemed to sing a song
a duet of renewal and remembrance
sopranoed the past
of forgotten
tomorrow’s
Sprits seemed to dance
to this harpsichorded song
while the angels watched
building the passion of the crescendo
singing out to the soul
harmonizing with
tomorrow’s dreams
And as the song sang
out with ambivalence
it’s lyric echoing
through the trees
entrenching feelings
like the wind
this song in the breeze
brought forth a calmness
an inner silence and peace
where night meets the day
and a kiss is forever held
in memories of the past
and in dreams...of tomorrow
Copyright ©1999-2001 Dennis Hicks
I enjoyed this poem for selfish reasons, it reminds me of a few of my older works from the early eighties. Perhaps like artist who paint and sculpt, the poet also experiences many forms of written expression?