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Autumn
by
Gerard Quain
The sign's are there
The wet road, littered with leaves
It's like my life, strewn with what might have been
Autumn, or fall, as our American cousins say
Has that sense of foreboding, the starter, before the winters decay
Fifty Autumns have come and gone
The laughter lines, wrinkles now
The groves of experience, cut into the skin
They don't lie, they show you have been, through the mill
No innocent witness, no one to recall
That this loner has been of worth
But as the nights pass the visions come
The dreams born of memories are the worst
Like a nagging thirst, that makes you drink
These dreams that make you think
But I don't want to think of the past
The lovers lost, the friends now dead
Best left in the back of my head
Safe behind the bars of time
I try to add more bars each day
To make sure they don't getaway
But it is becoming harder work
With each Autumn the key to the past turns a little more
The fear of memories gripping from the past
Haunts me and I don't know why
Let me rest, ghosts, leave me be
You know there is no going back
Life's mistakes best forgot
Celebrate Spring
by
Gerard Quain
The turning leaf in the wind
Yes it is a new day
Hope, new optimism
Life, adventure
The clouds lift
Things take on a new meaning
Dormant thoughts dance to life
A jig played by a master fiddler
Fingers dance along the fret board
Music wafts on the spring air
I reach the house of merriment
The open fire blazes
Embers of spirit glow
Tune filled spring night
Shoes clatter on a stone floor
The merry circle dancing
Feeling the sap rise
The heart warming
Spring fever
More days of hope
These the heart yearns for
Yes, days of hope
As the wind whispers
by
Gerard Quain
Like gossips who meet in a busy small town shop
The Autumn trees whisper in the breeze
Winter is coming soon they say quietly,as their decorations fall
Strewn along this road the amber and russet leaves
There sheen now gone, all lost in time's passing
We stand to listen to the echoing melody
Is this the end of our optimism, as winter comes
But no, we have Christmas to look forward to
Those trees stand like sages
But suddenly, with out warning
Bend and bow with knowing
They can see far into time
And remember even further back
They have seen it all before, there not fazed
Yes they whisper but never unkind words
The Moon
by
Gerard Quain
On a frosty january night, I look upon the stars so bright
There in the sky they sparkle now, just as they did, when I was a boy
So many, so beautiful, like diamonds in the distance
And what gives there gleam
They bathe in the light in the darkest places
And adds to the grace of this night
All is silent, as I watch a falling star
I bless myself and tell myself of fallen angels