Rolled up in Autumn leaves

Thank you again Margherita.

Thank you Margherita, wherever you are. Thinking of you.

Thank you again Margherita for these unforgettable words. They add colour to my already bright autumn leaves.

Remembering Margherita.

Thank you Sue for remembering Margherita and her beautiful poem.

Thank you for bringing back this poem Sue.

I also remember Margherita.

Always remembering Margherita when I read poetry. Her beautiful writing is eternal.

Rolled up in Autumn leaves

*


Deep silence broken
only by my footsteps
on the freshly piled carpet
of rustling colored leaves.
Why do I hear Spring tunes
on this familiar path
we once walked hand in hand?

The crackling sound
keeps drumming in my mind,
it invites me to let go,
to rest in peace ….
Should I join the leaves
in their graceful last dance
before adorning the grass?

Waltzing across the lawn
I catch my dance partners
in mid-air for a quick caress
between like minded spirits.
Willingly I lay myself down,
rolling into their caring embrace,
to the rhythm of a Fado melody.

No tears of sorrow I shed
when the breeze is summoned
to arrange the leaves
in a golden cover over me.
Behind closed eye-lids
the late afternoon light filters
in kaleidoscopic choreography.

But soon the chilling night falls
and spreads its misty silvery arms
over the place where I hold my breath
in perfect tuning with Nature,
waiting for this sadness
to slip into oblivion.
A silent sigh and I let go.

There will be a new dawn,
transformation will give birth
to new enticing horizons.
How do I know? Love has its ways…
Rainbow colors flash through
dewdrops mixed with tears
tenderly kissing off my fears.


*

Love, Margherita

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This is another autumn beauty.

Thank you yoko for bringing this very beautiful poem back.

Thank you yoko for bringing back this lovely autumn poem.

Lovely poem. Just what I need to read at this time of the year. It adds beauty to the autumn days.

Rolled up in Autumn leaves

*


Deep silence broken
only by my footsteps
on the freshly piled carpet
of rustling colored leaves.
Why do I hear Spring tunes
on this familiar path
we once walked hand in hand?

The crackling sound
keeps drumming in my mind,
it invites me to let go,
to rest in peace ….
Should I join the leaves
in their graceful last dance
before adorning the grass?

Waltzing across the lawn
I catch my dance partners
in mid-air for a quick caress
between like minded spirits.
Willingly I lay myself down,
rolling into their caring embrace,
to the rhythm of a Fado melody.

No tears of sorrow I shed
when the breeze is summoned
to arrange the leaves
in a golden cover over me.
Behind closed eye-lids
the late afternoon light filters
in kaleidoscopic choreography.

But soon the chilling night falls
and spreads its misty silvery arms
over the place where I hold my breath
in perfect tuning with Nature,
waiting for this sadness
to slip into oblivion.
A silent sigh and I let go.

There will be a new dawn,
transformation will give birth
to new enticing horizons.
How do I know? Love has its ways…
Rainbow colors flash through
dewdrops mixed with tears
tenderly kissing off my fears.


*

Love, Margherita

******************************

Makes autumn very enjoyable.

Rolled up in Autumn leaves

*


Deep silence broken
only by my footsteps
on the freshly piled carpet
of rustling colored leaves.
Why do I hear Spring tunes
on this familiar path
we once walked hand in hand?

The crackling sound
keeps drumming in my mind,
it invites me to let go,
to rest in peace ….
Should I join the leaves
in their graceful last dance
before adorning the grass?

Waltzing across the lawn
I catch my dance partners
in mid-air for a quick caress
between like minded spirits.
Willingly I lay myself down,
rolling into their caring embrace,
to the rhythm of a Fado melody.

No tears of sorrow I shed
when the breeze is summoned
to arrange the leaves
in a golden cover over me.
Behind closed eye-lids
the late afternoon light filters
in kaleidoscopic choreography.

But soon the chilling night falls
and spreads its misty silvery arms
over the place where I hold my breath
in perfect tuning with Nature,
waiting for this sadness
to slip into oblivion.
A silent sigh and I let go.

There will be a new dawn,
transformation will give birth
to new enticing horizons.
How do I know? Love has its ways…
Rainbow colors flash through
dewdrops mixed with tears
tenderly kissing off my fears.


*

Love, Margherita

Thank you for bringing back this beauty.

Love this beautiful autumn poem.

Autumn is coming and some leaves are already falling and the trees are changing color.

Rolled up in Autumn leaves

*


Deep silence broken
only by my footsteps
on the freshly piled carpet
of rustling colored leaves.
Why do I hear Spring tunes
on this familiar path
we once walked hand in hand?

The crackling sound
keeps drumming in my mind,
it invites me to let go,
to rest in peace ….
Should I join the leaves
in their graceful last dance
before adorning the grass?

Waltzing across the lawn
I catch my dance partners
in mid-air for a quick caress
between like minded spirits.
Willingly I lay myself down,
rolling into their caring embrace,
to the rhythm of a Fado melody.

No tears of sorrow I shed
when the breeze is summoned
to arrange the leaves
in a golden cover over me.
Behind closed eye-lids
the late afternoon light filters
in kaleidoscopic choreography.

But soon the chilling night falls
and spreads its misty silvery arms
over the place where I hold my breath
in perfect tuning with Nature,
waiting for this sadness
to slip into oblivion.
A silent sigh and I let go.

There will be a new dawn,
transformation will give birth
to new enticing horizons.
How do I know? Love has its ways…
Rainbow colors flash through
dewdrops mixed with tears
tenderly kissing off my fears.


*

Love, Margherita

Still love this autumn beauty.

Deep silence broken
only by my footsteps
on the freshly piled carpet
of rustling colored leaves.
Why do I hear Spring tunes
on this familiar path
we once walked hand in hand?

The crackling sound
keeps drumming in my mind,
it invites me to let go,
to rest in peace ….
Should I join the leaves
in their graceful last dance
before adorning the grass?

Waltzing across the lawn
I catch my dance partners
in mid-air for a quick caress
between like minded spirits.
Willingly I lay myself down,
rolling into their caring embrace,
to the rhythm of a Fado melody.

No tears of sorrow I shed
when the breeze is summoned
to arrange the leaves
in a golden cover over me.
Behind closed eye-lids
the late afternoon light filters
in kaleidoscopic choreography.

But soon the chilling night falls
and spreads its misty silvery arms
over the place where I hold my breath
in perfect tuning with Nature,
waiting for this sadness
to slip into oblivion.
A silent sigh and I let go.

There will be a new dawn,
transformation will give birth
to new enticing horizons.
How do I know? Love has its ways…
Rainbow colors flash through
dewdrops mixed with tears
tenderly kissing off my fears.

Remembering Margherita and her beautiful words.

...There will be a new dawn,
transformation will give birth
to new enticing horizons.
How do I know? Love has its ways…
Rainbow colors flash through
dewdrops mixed with tears
tenderly kissing off my fears.

Thank you dear departed Margherita.