Autumn Light

Seasons and shame.

I half-close my eyes,
and dress myself
in the rays of the sun.

Whisper hymns and lullabies;
near-slumbering
on roads I limp and run.

Limp;
the little thorn
I cannot reach to take.

Run;
from shadows bleak
and shame - a pain opaque.

Author's Note

Imagine September/October.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

This was a good Autumn poem...Bravo...............

[SilverFish]

thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..................