An Autumnal Lament (October 25th: 2019)

The colours of the leaves, in the cold October Dawn, permeate my consciousness. They seem to tap Into long forgotten memories from youth and age. I'm filled with immeasurable sorrow as I See them scattered liberally across my garden. Five decades seem to have passed in no time at all. O Love breaks so easily! The world weighs us down. How to connect intangible strands of warm faith And cold reason? How to penetrate the heart of Darkness without losing one's vital inner light? What is to become of those who persistently Strive to kill time in the circus of distractions, Or those who prize the hollow idol's golden eyes? O we're merely pale shadows of what we could be.