An Autumnal Lament (October 25th: 2019) Poem by DM W

The colours of the leaves, in the cold October
Dawn, permeate my consciousness. They seem to tap
Into long forgotten memories from youth and age.
I'm filled with immeasurable sorrow as I
See them scattered liberally across my garden.
Five decades seem to have passed in no time at all.
O Love breaks so easily! The world weighs us down.
How to connect intangible strands of warm faith
And cold reason? How to penetrate the heart of
Darkness without losing one's vital inner light?
What is to become of those who persistently
Strive to kill time in the circus of distractions,
Or those who prize the hollow idol's golden eyes?
O we're merely pale shadows of what we could be.