There is a sense of oldness in the air

There is a sense of oldness in the air,
As though it has been impregnated
With tenderness, delicacy and wisdom.
Ghostly peaks, partially hidden
By knitted webs of thinning wedding veils,
Worn out by generations of stone cold brides,
Remind us of old newness and peaceful departings.
Spring’s forest school alumni,
Ready to embark on their virgin flight,
Darken the air with insecure strong-born wings.
There is the sound of rain falling into lakes
And souls slipping into sunsets,
As though leaves were attached to their backs.
And mornings to come,
With night-trees feeding on shadows
To part ways with the sun.

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17 thoughts on “There is a sense of oldness in the air

  1. LOVE this Trini – I adore the title, which immediately sucked me in. There are so many fabulous images that I loved: ‘knitted webs of wedding veils’ / ‘sound of rain falling into lakes’ / ‘souls slipping into sunsets’ / ‘night trees feeding on shadows’

  2. A gentle and respectful salute to autumn…moving poem, Trini. These are my favorites: “Knitted webs of thinning wedding veils” ; “generations of stone cold brides” ; “And souls slipping into sunsets”

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