Echoes of Memories in Grey

Echoes of Memories in Grey

Once upon a tall fall day beneath a sky becowled in grey I became long pillared William. Till then Guillermo I’d been as again I’d be, one tall fell springtide’s day.

Shadows fall frail between brilliant shafts, dark greys and bright golds at play, merging into verdant memories of might have beens, if only for a cold and bitter, early midwinter’s day.

I recall when autumn ruled: browns and russets and ambers at play; its mantles spread broadly over eastern fields in the bright chill light underlying the bones of sodden revelation’s dismay.

Ubiquitous seldom seen sadness, the wanderer whose home is lost in the echoes and shadows of seething yesterdays, clothed in subdued longing for fleeting memories of instants past.

Shadows fall frail between brilliant shafts, dark greys and bright golds at play, merging into verdant memories of might have beens, if only for a cold and bitter, early midwinter’s day.

Once upon a tall fall day beneath a sky becowled in grey I became long pillared William. Till then Guillermo I’d been as again I’d be, one tall fell springtide’s day.
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2014; all rights reserved

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