Autumn Fool

Hyacinth garden

swallowed by shadows of memory

wind blown neglected pieces of crumpled parchment

as fading pictures of love inquire

subconsciously navigate labyrinth’s of desire

reflected twice mystified by an annealed gaze

you left me with November’s gray sky maze

observe the vague

rifting into pointless passage

from near the line

turn slow around to the east

now seeking more and finding the least

sums up a separate conviction along the way

right of way on the back side of a storm

each drop clears blue-purple hue at different angles

illustration of trailing rain

I am here cut in half left of pain

diminished seasons needing grace

debt of bliss she collects the space

leave me at peace

with the lean eyes of an Autumn Fool

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