This Is My Mind on AUTUMN

[idiosyncreant]

Yesterday, there was this poem, which is still very rough, but at least close to the shape it will end up--not true of the two previous drafts: Contrast of Spirit
which is inspired by angel/fallen angel imagery, though by no means sating my hunger to deal in that theme.

And today there was the completion of this lyric:

November Storm

Sharp, black wings
I can see you spreading
Frail curved flight
I can see you drifting
--Aloft in the storm

Silver sky--the world is a colorless wonder
Folding air--the clouds are a silken train

Sharp, black wings
I can see you spreading
Frail curved flight
I can see you drifting
--Aloft in the storm

Jagged trees--barbed branches whip and creak
Dried, bare stalks--fields skeletal with weeds

_The earth is ancient and I sense my own bones
_The roads are bleak and I know I'm not home
_The coming rain will chill my heart, my soul
_But one stray bird has made it worth the storm

Sharp, black wings
I can see you spreading
Frail curved flight
I can see you drifting
--Aloft in the storm



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Can't wait until this song and Night Train are ready, and I can make people listen to them. >D