Poetry: That Autumn Revolving Door


That Autumn Revolving Door

…. I know, I’ve been here before…
The air has cooled,
the howling wind has chilled
and faded colored leaves make their journey to the ground..
Sometimes- I think I might have even seen a frown.

It’s that setting, the time that I remember from some years gone past…
Those memories that linger in my mind,
it all happened so fast…
I keep swearing that door is going to stay locked shut,
but here, I am again,
walking through that autumn revolving door.

Each year, for every leaf that falls, a tear lingers…
A moment from history, echoes fresh in my mind
from that other solemn ceremonial time…
No matter how hard I try,
That autumn door wickedly beckons…
and so, then the other yesterday’s memories flood in,
through that revolving door…

Once that chill in the air has set,
its that time of season,
where the past seems to act
on some obligatory debt…
and down memory lane,
we go,
walking through that autumn revolving door.

I keep waiting, for it all to be put to rest,
but, I just keep failing this life test…
My heart does a dance,
waiting for a chance

to ignore the door,
to not give in
or implore

This ole mind of mine,
the memories are a program.
Scheduled to reset…

When that first leaf hits the ground,
That autumn revolving door,
seems to be,
the only place where I can be found.

– Ariana R. Cherry 2017

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