Misty Harbinger

misty harbinger  
 
A few days before the fall, and it's already chilling, the sun too much shy, blinking pallid winks to my eye; it's  fading heat, showing a morose, pale appearance. i know autumn will surely make me sickly melancholic, as usual, listening to that slowly, sadly dropping rain from the gutter, like a sad sonata of autumn, tripping silently along the lane, and its evening will even send my thoughts wandering in an unlived past....  
 
This morning, i left the marker earlier than i used to do on Thursdays, as i heard the call of the mountain, from the bustling yells, even in the sounds of the costermongers and the gaping, big mouths that swallow  
plenty of food, on the margin of the road, it's like living in the dark ages of the plague, the black harvester in the corn fields of the dried land..and they eat their last meal, before death takes them....fill the belly, and feed Gehenna..what a world  !!!  
 
i ran fast, past the vendors along the market line, leaving them boil in a dusty, simmering atmosphere, eat themselves alive, curse themselves breed with their selves, " a world apart !!!""..something drove me from behind, like a whimsical temptation; chasing me out of the crowded street and the dusty souk............an open space where i can take back my breath; and see who i am, what kind of creature i have become.Luckily, i still have my feet, my head and my pen in my pocket. so i can still see the mountains and the forest and the beauty that no one sees, because its wild, and full of snakes,.it's for shepherds, and grasshoppers, only stones,... "ah, ! if only they knew what the real wild is, they would already have killed themselves." and what Beauty they are missing, living under the earth's surface..................  
 
Autumn is so cool and friendly to me, despite the fall of the warmth and the shortage of time, but i love it like a part of me awaiting at the end of summer to be complete..  
 
The breeze is pretty cold,  and my veins start to harden and my face takes a touch of winter...and i like it when nature leaves her fingerprints on my body, caressing my face with a chilling gentle touch...I feel i am alive  
 
Nature comes softly to me, to my feelings, as i open my spontaneity to greet it....so i get its warm, and gently i do even scan its fathoms, scrutinize deeply into its hidden books, read the lines that i only can see, but never able to decipher to the bone.............  
 
It is autumn and the days drawing narrow, the lemon sunset speaks of  tomorrow when the time is coming fast, and leaving fast, just like we poor human seasons.