Autumn in England.

You held my hand,

as we strolled through autumn leaves,

a symphony of sound

rustled through the trees.

Vapor breath,

made strange, ethereal shapes,

and we stood silent -

we’d made our escape.


Away from the city,

the lights and the trains.

Stood beneath trees,

watched the drizzling rain.

Drop upon drop it fell,

a tympani to hear,


Silent

as

my

tears,


remembering - the years.


Copyright, Suzy Davies, 01/09/2017. All Rights Reserved. No Copying.

Zita Christian

I help women create magical lives using seasonal, life-cycle, and Goddess-inspired rituals.

7 年

Each time I read your poem, I connect the words to stories in my own life and in those of some dear friends. Thank you.

Sapphire ?? Eagle? ??

Scalability & Elasticity: High Performance Lead Auditor

7 年

Lovely sombre musicality assured piece of work Suzy!

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