Autumn

 

The autumn night wind whispers
Of dust and bones 
And ancient slaughter
That is the scent
Carried through time
For eternity
That is the very sent
Of musty dead things
Dying leaves
The scent of Fall. 

It howls through the trees
Like a banshee
Turns over
Mundane things
In it’s wake
It chills the bones
And the blood
Of mortal witnesses
The lambs of the harvest
Lord of the feast.

Black night sky
Full moon rising
Blood turning cold 
Hands shaking
Ancient watchers
Wait for the kill.

Spirits rise on the wind
Fleeing from the broken offering
Carried on the air
Forever

That is the spirit of autumn
Death and blood
Labor and feast
Offer the watchers 
Their tribute

Tribute carried for eternity
On the musty breeze
Scent of dust and bones 
And ancient slaughter
That is the scent
Of autumn.



By Amanda M. Burns 

© Amanda Saylor nee Burns. All rights reserved