The love of many things

Alan R

On these orange boulevards at noon

The wind, the sun, oh they’re painting portraits!

A certain cold peace, in all that’s here

And a cheerful song of forgotten days

 

Winter is destined with a silence I sing

A story that’s later, irrelevant, outlived

But for now the fall glows, endures

Like drowsy spells, on what’s left to forgive

 

I carry a year, a love of many things

Influenced, real, slow and sure

I carry a choice, A notion on my wings

Like red leaves falling in a golden allure.

 

-Al

 

  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2024 20:12
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Alan R

    Just some Ann Arboreal things.



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