AUTUMN EVENING

“Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.” - Robert Browning
 

An 1889 painting, “Autumn on the river “by John Singer Sargent is this week’s stimulus for the weekly creative writing challenge organised by Magpie Tales. Here is my contribution, with apologies to the artist for the creative cropping and other image manipulations:
 

Autumn Evening
 

As evening falls so softly, cold
Memory’s scent I follow,
And life grows dark and old.
 

Leaves die, as they turn to gold
The sound of voices hollow.
As evening falls so softly, cold
 

I try to break its stranglehold;
My spirits fall and ebb, so low –
And life grows dark and old.
 

I try to be so resolute and bold
To make my song again to flow
As evening falls so softly, cold…
 

The wood attacked, consumed by mould
Decay eats into it so slow,
And life grows dark and old.
 

My dreams to highest bidder sold
Love’s ghosts in sadness wallow:
As evening falls so softly, cold
And life grows dark and old.