Autumn in hyde park

A

Wilting veins

Of leaves

Crumpled brown,

Swirl together.

Kissing briefly,

Touching, as

The swirling wind

Scatters them

Into huddles

Beneath the seats

Or, piles

For toddlers to toss.

While newly naked

Trees stretch,

Leaf freed limbs

In the dancing wind.

Sounds of decay,

The symphony of this

Season, settling into

Autumnal sleep.

About the author

David

Same sex attracted (SSA) man, who has the privilege of being a father and a grandfather. A man whose early upbringing in fundamentalistic Christianity has evolved into a strong connection with the spiritual, esoteric and philosophical branches of understanding. Finally, a person who craves the quiet stillness and deep silence of the eternal present

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