Ayei Ibiang
@ayeiibiang080407
1 year ago

WAFTS OF AUTUMN

With leaves swivelling in the gentle breeze,
you called out my name softly
A spirit's whisper through the brown of sunset
Your gentle hands over my shriveled skin
- of wrinkles, a sonnet,
you could literally pick up every line my striated
body spoke of:
An anthology of times and seasons;
of ages and kingdoms;
poems, art and history, I became to many a folklore

So as time passes,
I just smile at his monotonous tick tock:
Those rhythmic footsteps of death ascending
the stairs to my door in flip-flops;
I know he is coming for me
But while I wait for that knock and creak, I write
to you my final chapters
and a glossary
...just something for you to remember me:

“For the cycle of my life is nearly complete, and my
flames are beginning to flicker
...soon I'd be called to sleep

Yes, the fragrance of spring is fast fading, and my heart's grown a lot weaker,
yet that waft of autumn I perceive"



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Written by: Ibiang, Ayei Okoi
Friday 8th April, 2022.
11:06am
#Aï
#Nirclestories
#Poetry