The Dried-Up Leaves Lay Broken On

[Guitar's Cry]

The Dried-Up Leaves Lay Broken On

The dried-up leaves lay broken on
The sidewalk in the cloudy dusk.
I walk among their restless shades
That smell of rusted autumn musk.

I sometimes wish that death would stop
And contemplate the rosy dawn.
I often wonder what it would find
Inside that foggy, dusty mind.

O! that Nature would envelope me
In dances underneath the rowan tree.
O! that I would dare to defy
The cars that go streaming by.

I wander through mists of gray,
That smell of recently spread manure.
I know that Nature has secrets there,
But her essence is demure.

[lunamoth]

Hey I like that GC. For some reason it reminds me of ying and yang achieving balance. Bitter-sweet.

Added: I'm out of karma. My karmic debt is getting rather large!

[Guitar's Cry]

Originally Posted by lunamoth

Hey I like that GC. For some reason it reminds me of ying and yang achieving balance. Bitter-sweet.

Added: I'm out of karma. My karmic debt is getting rather large!

Thanks!

It is meant to have a bitter sweet mood. I wrote it to describe the indescribable sense of beauty that I find in autumn; that sort of melancholy sweetness where life and death are in balance. That's probably where you get the yin and yang from!

[Sunstone]

I love the imagery!