AUTUMNAL

A lonesome bird sings the evensong
his frantic wings beating towards home.

I count my treasures in the dark
where suggestible senses hold little sway.

Moments tumbled through my fingers,
flickering shadows danced by candlelight.

Would that I could keep only joyful moments;
somehow laughter and tears look alike  in the lens of time.

Could a rose be parted from her thorns 
and still be one integrated whole?

This I know -
the sunflower that reigned supreme in summer
is the sunflower bowing her head to autumn

How sweet the night  playing  rain’s broken symphony - 
I am where I should be.

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