A Panorama Of Random Thought : Narrative Poetry

When the days grow short

And the nights grow long

Heavy laden is the heart

And sadly wails the song.

In the lonely Autumn nights

Winds blow crisp and cold

And nature's lovely sights

Turn to hues of red and gold.

Autumn slowly fades

To Winters biting snow

Trees cease to shade

Where leaves no longer grow.

I walked through frozen woods

Painted with nature's brush

On barren rocks I stood

And listened to the hush.

Bare branches salute the sun

Covered with ice that gleams

Drip, drip, drip they run

Into puddles, like dreams.

A peaceful solitude

Is within this barren land

Except man be so crude

Peace of mind is at hand.

Small creatures are endowed

With instincts for survival

But many a man has bowed

To sights he could not rival.

Then night finally comes

And the soul grows weary

The day is already done

One faces the night so leery.

For night is a lonely time

Cold into the bone doth creep

Wonder will the sun ever shine

Again to warm my feet.

The snow lazily drifts down\

Beating a staccato overhead

Sensitive to every sound

I lay silently in my bed.

Oh terrible sleep finally wins

The subconscious shakes my breadth

And takes the heart on twists, spins

Through a little snatch of death.

But on the morn the dawn does break

The sun so brightly shines

I set out for my own sake

On another search for peace of mind. . . . .

                                          Nobody Special