The heat has slowly withdrawn
Returning to the sun’s heart
Resting in tranquility
Autumn’s arrival graced with rain wind beauty
Brown red golden hues
Leaves cling tentatively to branches
Each awaiting their destined turn
To casually drift, float to the ground…
This season reflects-mirrors my age!
“Will you still love me?
Will you still need me?
When I’m 64 “
Beatles lyrics so real, so apt…
My autumn years-no need to fear
What others think of me
Hair slowly turning grey
Yet my heart, my mind full of colour
Still passionate-a would be lover
But only in my dreams…
Holding hands strolling through the park
Just before dusk
Returning to the warmth of home
Drinking tea-Alcohol free these days!
Realising this is the time of true enlightenment
Observing the crazy re-writing of history
Civilization never really happened!
Oh! Well time to visit Soho
Where I always feel so comfortable
Listening to my inner antique clock ticking
I have never fitted in, more so these days…
The full harvest moon shines
I am a 20th century man
Observing the long march
Led by weak men who bang the drum
Proclaiming equality liberty freedom
But someone has to pay the ferryman…
What will autumn be 100 years hence?
Just charcoal drawings of trees, monochrome faces
Forbidden conversations-Forbidden places
A world devoid of critical thinking
Full of the virtuous, sinless, soulless, hopeless
Not a place for the poet or artist…
Inverted racism fascism returning with a vengeance
Autumn with its decaying majesty
Long nights await
Comfort found in each others arms
Stalingrad 2023
Slowly awaiting winter
That great leveller of invading armies…
Yet there is hope
Spring will eventually return
With it new life
Ending the silence
Although wise men, smart women
Will remain quiet-such is their wisdom
Writing novels poems painting pictures in secret
That nobody will ever read or see………
M C Bolton Autumn 2023
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