The Long Hard Fall

With a gentle aire,

it comes,

seemingly sweet,

the breath of Fall;

deadly harsh,

a silent shove

over the precipice

of Spring.

Amidst a gale of falling leaves,

a tinge of Bitterness,

gray clouds wandering

swiftly across the Sky,

brightness dims

with each skirting swirl;

Winter is coming.

Darkness has descended,

I fall into the Void,

slowly at first,

then with the speed of Inevitability

forcing and pulling,

with nothing left

in my grasping hands,

simply

 

falling

 

slowly

 

down.

Or perhaps the Fall
is a Journey
through,
an unexpected Path
provided by
the Abyss:
downward
beyond the Darkness
to some perfect resting place
Unknown.

©ACG

23 December 2011