Everything obeys ageless gravity
Exhausted leaves and the curtain of night
Darkness encourages depravity
But it can be a friend, protecting sight
From the vice and folly of other men
Or the dark bruises left by cruel time
As beauty withers and bonds are broken
By misunderstanding, or clumsy crime
The autumnal darkness smells like a page
Of a favorite novel, warm and true
A familiar comfort in one’s dotage
A story that stays the same, unlike you
Honor the advent of autumnal night
What’s dark allows us to see what is bright
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (2)
I especially loved the last line! So well done!
Splendid! I like it when a poem makes me feel all warm and cozy. Also made me think of a few things too.🙂👍