Glorious autumn dawn kisses the ground,
Gold gossamer like sunshine floods the streets,
In glowing halo the treetops are crowned,
With colourful splendour the autumn greets.
Promise of winter chill hangs in the air,
As a harbinger of late autumn's tears,
Yet life's throbbing force still felt everywhere,
Whilst cool air 's heralding that winter nears.
A light breeze rises, like whisper in air,
Touching my forehead and kissing my face,
Playfully, tenderly ruffling my hair…
It is like receiving your gentle embrace…
In the autumn breeze your whisper I hear…
…How dare the sun shine? …You're no longer here…
© P. J. Oszmann (Sep. 2007)
© Illustration created in Photoshop combining two digital photographs
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Cryssa
a kiss in the wind
for the love that use to stand there
beautiful
You express and touch the exact part of many who have been left behind, from a love that had no right to be taken away, especially...
My prayers are with you and yours...this is So powerful!
Keep your eyes and ears open, your heart and feelings, soft, and your taste for continued life, always...
God be with you!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Blessings,
Keith
Regis
Be safe,
Karen
Your great loss powerfully expressed in heartbroken lines...I'm so sorry. Excellently conveyed, know you're in my prayers.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *tears*