Elysian Pink Meadows
Autumn Impressions
As drops of pink, crimson and gold dripped into protean clouds
And musings wedded the unreachable splendour of the empyrean
I was mesmerised – Breathed in, breathed out
My nostrils and chest were replete with melancholy and a sense of foreboding
Reminiscing over all those days of yore – when I used to perch alone on the school stoop
When I shielded against contemptuous eyes – Since the boys used to play games I’d never wanted to play
When I stopped my ears from vicious lips – Since the girls used to act mean towards each other
The smell of roasted maroons and smoking chimneys
Decadence borne in the October air — gently lifting up my hair
As the pink and the blue danced and
Commingled in mutual passion — ‘fore the urgency of the day died away.
Blissful as I swung high, fretting over the fall
like that bronzed foliage forsaken by the trees – Too weary from too much summer heat
As I turned my back, I was enraptured by the sea and its wonted quiet
And I scanned the incarnadined offing
