I heard the dirge in the mists

The mists lay soft on the valley
an emptiness shrouded and still
the chill in the air went through me
as a tune echoed over the hills

My heart clenched in deep trepidation
as an eeriness sat with my mind
for the tune that was played was a song for the dead 
laid out here in three quarter time

The trees all alight in their splendor
cloaked in colours bright orange and red
Dark ravens did fly and added their cry
to the pitiless song for the dead

At this point my essence in sorrow
November had captured my mind
knew a time for all things and the change that it brings
brought home here in three quarter time

© 2019 Kathryn Alley

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