Autumn Heart
What blaze of autumn heart does beat within my breast?
A vibrant gust of beauty that falls in my words quietly to the earth
To slumber soon beneath the winter mantle of frozen crust
In seasons death my winter heart flourishes as cold as the ice
Not longing for the thaw for ‘tis better to be numb and cold
Melting hurts so intensely to feel at all except the occasional icy winter tear
Looking at the patch of ice like a glass mirror on the ground
I gaze inside of unfamiliar eyes that do not show who I am
Why is a stranger whom I do not recognize looking back at me?
A lonesome black crow caws among the snow laden winter branches
Cawing and crying out for those lost souls who do not answer
Turning away from my reflection I move on like a silent sentinel
Afraid I will awaken and realize I am alive and I actually have to live
I see a sparrow covering the snow with tiny tracks looking for a morsel
Am I the sparrow begging for the crumbs of my life to satiate me?
The autumn leaves brown and long forgotten beneath the winter white
Trampled and lost covering ground just the same as I tread upon it
I catch my image in a pane of ice on the ground and I step on it roughly
Shattering the image into shards of the stranger beneath my own feet
I long for autumn and someplace that I cannot remember very well
Perhaps it is my spirit longing for a brief moment in which I allow it to be free
© 2001 Angel Hart Poetry
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