Fall Weather Dreams – David Mitchell Ring


Along a village street in fall weather dreams

we float together by the light of a harvest moon

Halos in the fog show us the way

down a path we hope no one else knows

beneath a forest ready to sleep

The narrow way into something familiar

like the air is drawing it out of us

Leaf swirled lanes where windows are sleeping

seem to whisper a story to us

something almost strange, like a dream

At the end of this path we will come to it

a stream at the foot of the mountain like a vein

a forgotten place far beyond even us

and we’ll lay on our backs and imagine

what might be there, just above the treetops

Gonna have to give myself a haircut soon.

Photo by Chris Lawton on Unsplash

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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