Autumn Snow

See the satin iron sky In misty vestured spendor shine Glossy clouds of pearl unfurled Ending Autumn's lustrous world October's riotous delights declined By Autumn Snow sacredly enshrined And those mysterious flowers came With no two blossoms the same In affluenced abundance reclaimed The North world's six pronged domain Tiny little petal shimering gleams Landing in icey leaves on my sleeve Like little candle flamed beams How lonely is the Sun I wonder Is her warming gaze her only fame By high strung clouds restrained With no two snowflakes the same Unique dimensions exquisitely framed Mysterious phantoms of fabulous design Various paragons of mysterious time Landing on soggy leaves at my feet Painted daubles ruddy colored baubles Twinkling glimpses scarlet tinted Golden frozen lights taking flight Wobbling in watery frenzied rivulets Melting into glory at my feet Dropping in the gutter at my feetI am afraid this poem in particular sounds sissified and wussy in content, but being 57 years old, and suffering the insidious ravages of senile decay, I have the perfect excuse; Besides, I was never one to allow others to tell me how a man must act, according to male role models of the day.  I write poems to please women, because I love women. If, however, there are some guys out there who are sensitive, who find they appreciate my efforts, they are more than a little appreciated, I assure you.  Thank you for this site.                                         Wesley Storer Written October 5th, 2001 © on Oct 05 2001 06:48 AM PST   0 • 10