Brown Autumn Leaves
Late night - stars bright - early December
I quietly and contently go mad
Unexpressed - unspoken - unuttered
Wistful
I look down to the depths of hell
Cold feet rest upon frozen ground
Attached to shaking knees
Connected to quivering body
One with fearful mind
Capable only of wonder
And wonder fueling hope
Hope of everlasting life
But expecting only brown autumn leaves
Covering the sacred resting ground of my soul
poem by C.S. Smith
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