Red & Gold Sorrows Poem by DM W

Red & gold sorrows:
The dry leaves of lost desires.
Songbirds in the trees
Whisper of secretive things.
Deep within my heart
The verdant flow has frozen.
The ticking of clocks
Makes me nervous. I recall
Slow sunbursts of days
That seemed to stretch lazily
Across centuries.
Then life became entangled.
And the clear purpose
Became complex & contrived,
Like a great puzzle.
The mysteries were soon drained
From the reduced world.
Yet we still desperately
Clung to platitudes
And illusions of freedom.