Autumn nights and quiet woods

Autumn nights and quiet woods,
Mirroring lakes without ripples,
No screams of pain or skid marks
From a life in full retreat.
Only heartbeats, echoing contentedly
Like a retired summer breeze
Inspiring flight in nature’s red wings.


When the light must clasp the hand of the night

Walking through wooded lanes,
threaded with sunshine and shadows –
So beautiful yet suggestive of sadness.
Much like the human mind;
With memories threaded on a string like pearls.
They are the luminous forerunners of autumn,
When light must clasp the hand
Of the night.