Hey guys, I haven't posted here in quite a while, and I haven't had a chance to write much. Recently I've become interested in poetry, and this is one of my first serious attempts at writing it. Not sure about the organization of the stanzas and such, so let me know what you think.
The honey-rich evening sunlight
Of a clear autumn day
Splashes droplets of liquid gold
Upon the face of the earth,
Painting the dying trees into shining candelabras
With leaves that glow like a gentle fire.
A fire, like the comforting blaze
Of the hearth back home,
Warming the heart
In a world full of cold.
A fire, like the soft caress
Of the spring breeze in the meadows of youth,
Bringing the promise of new life
In a world full of death.
A fire, like the radiant love
Of a mother’s soft smile,
Filling the soul with a sense of belonging
In a world full of hate.
A fire, like the eager ambition
Of childhood dreams long abandoned,
Bearing the power to change
In a world full of stagnation.
But the fire dies
Flickers out as that blazing orb sinks
Down below the distant hills,
Strips the trees of their gilded armor,
Leaves the land cold and dead,
Casts a shadow upon my soul.
In the growing twilight chill,
The fire is a distant dream.
Honest reviews greatly appreciated. Thanks a ton.
