A temple in autumn

an imagery poem

The afterglow 

of the autumn sun

spilled in the courtyard

of the small temple

bricks of red

tiles of green

towering ancient trees

congregated in the sky

autumn winds come

leaves scatter all over

the ground

flutter like golden 

butterflies

up the stony steps

the temple bell

echoes in solemn

silence

pious incense burners

before the statue of Buddha

supplicating for peace

well-being

as autumn grows

thicker

the night deepens

small temple awash

in solitary

watery moonlight

multitudes

of stars

shining down 

on venerable doors and windows

as years go by

the temple has stood witness

to the vicissitudes

of history and humanity

it remains a harbor

for hearts and souls

an exquisite scenery

in the most authentic hours

of autumn.

Reviews

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Cade,
My goodness, what a string of stunning images! This is as good for the eye as it is for the ear.