Nearby, shadows fly, ravens cry

Let me dream, dream a melancholic dream of sweet sadness. Serene, this scene, I fall into autumn's embrace of bare branches and foggy breath. The smell of wet wool surrounds me, fibers of my coat stuck on brittle twigs as I pass the edge of forest' hedge. Nearby, shadows fly, ravens cry, their calls echoing through the mist at dusk, my senses entangled by the musk of woodland creatures hiding amongst wet dark trees and rusty leaves. And as night falls like a black satin shroud upon all that which has passed as summer faded, as the noise of the day dies and the encroaching silence tugs virtuously at my heart's strings I wish for nothing more, nothing else, then to be in this moment, in this place, as if walking along Night's Plutonian Shore. Oh call me once more, you, noble messenger clothed in black fringed cloak, let it not be nevermore.

© Thorsten Becker



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2 Comments

  • Moody and so won­der­fully evoca­tive of the sea­son, Thorsten, filled with dark imagery and ele­gant mys­tery. Your spe­cial con­nec­tion with autumn gives you a deep insight into its won­ders – beau­ti­ful!
    .-= Geor­gianna Lane´s last blog ..Flow­ers Have Autumn Color, Too! =-.

  • Thank you again Geor­gianna. We’ve actu­ally had some more rather sunny and warm days here in Han­nover, Ger­many but it is finally get­ting cooler and the leaves are quickly turn­ing (which, for exam­ple, makes sit­ting in your favorite tea house sip­ping, say, Russ­ian Smoked Black Tea that much more cozy and enjoy­able now). Don’t get me wrong, I do like sun­shine (and sum­mer for that mat­ter) but it’s been very dry because of all the sun and we really need the rain and cool-off (the final crop yields have been “dis­mal” I heard because of the warm weather). I am ready for coats and scarves and a good mys­tery novel.

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