04-02-2019, 09:07 PM
Best Forgotten
Autumn breeze hums “Alouette,”
golden leaves light as feathers
pass by faces too serious
to sing the refrain.
Words, who thought them safe
beneath flat caps,
are plucked from childhood memories
only to fill in the silence until the jealous sun,
already naked like a butcher shop turkey,
reminds the world of inevitable twilight.
Autumn breeze hums “Alouette,”
golden leaves light as feathers
pass by faces too serious
to sing the refrain.
Words, who thought them safe
beneath flat caps,
are plucked from childhood memories
only to fill in the silence until the jealous sun,
already naked like a butcher shop turkey,
reminds the world of inevitable twilight.
Time is the best editor.