Autumn in the Gloaming

Autumn
in the long platinum
light of the gloaming
when pearls of time arrive and depart
with the wind-swept leaves —

I feel your nearness
your gazing eyes are falling stars
from the ebony sky,
your tender voice rustles the fern fronds
as you call my name —

tell me,
have I spoken your name with tenderness
at suspended moments
before the turning of a hundred seasons —

beyond the ocean tides of forgetting
have you come back to remember
what I have already forgotten —

Autumn in the gloaming,
mottled colors
cloaked in the deep purple mist
of my remembrances.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by James Wheeler @ Pixabay

16 thoughts on “Autumn in the Gloaming”

    1. What a stunning interpretation of this poem! Thank you so much, RJ! Indeed faithfulness is constant and defies the ravages of the times. I love how you call this poem “a look into the eternal, and a song of faithfulness.” That is how I would like it to be. Blessings to you always, my friend.

  1. Another pearl of a poem! Especially love the beautiful ending”…cloaked in the deep purple mist of my remembrances”! Just right to my feelings and, I dare say, to many others, too.🙏🏽

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