Autumn Market

No season’s quite like Autumn,
Foliage on the ground;
History is a spiral,
The falling leaves I found.

Socrates travelled to market,
Agoras in Autumn were full;
So many things I do not need,
Our one conditional thought.

To wintry comforts precursive,
Gates to snow and frost,
We could not see the arbours
Without ever feeling a cost.

They brewed a hemlock soup,
He drank eternal drops,
Delivered me his empty bowl
To place among my props.

Keep at bay my Summer,
She tells me I’m alive,
I’ll keep the Autumns burning
And maybe then survive.

5 thoughts on “Autumn Market

  1. Where I live I do not get to experience the ‘fall’ of Autumn leaves. I love reading the poetry from my Northern hemisphere friends as they are inspired by the season. This is beautiful and thick with meaningful layers Nick.

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