Autumn Reflects You – a poem in second person

You are in place where the Moongate crosses the dappled waters
Claude Monet would have reflected this in misty shades of autumn
Van Gogh would have reflected this perfected
striking madness in shades of amber and ocher
You reflect on the gently undulating waters
a tuft of scarlet leaves behind you left ear

You made daisy chains here in the summer of your childhood
You are afraid to walk here at night
The reflected leaves still clinging to the trees
shout riotous color collages as they chance dance the zephyrs

One man crosses the bridge
Engrossed in a spherical little universe
that he wears like a bee keeper’s hat
He speaks to no one in particular
as he rattles off figures and tactics
He died when she refused his love
And you knew him then

A bicycle meanders the paved walk under the bridge
The man carries noting else on the bike
You wonder where he is going
You wonder if he is going anywhere
You wonder . . .

You close up your journal
Paint a social face onto your features
Your reflection disappears . . .

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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