The Solemn Yard

The sunset painting my skin orange,
A cool breeze waltzing with my hair,
Dogwood faeries teasing my nose and eyes,
I stand gazing.
At the neglected tire swing rocking lonesomely
In obedience to periodic assaults of the wind,
Beside an aged and weathered tree, both
In silent reminiscence of times long past, decades spent
In the solemn yard under the sun and the stars.

An eery sorrow runs through me,
The spell of the land taking hold,
Ancient spirits grasping my hand,
My gaze shifts focus
To follow a troop of dancing dead leaves, prancing
Through an overgrown garden
In which weeds drain the life
From the soil, a lonely existence
In the solemn yard under the sun and the stars.

Yep, another Dal class period. I guess his class and my mom are what really gave me the kick to try my hand at poetry. Note I said try. Anyways, written March 10th, 2004.

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