Congratulations to Katia!

Our October, 1998 winner for the best Autumn Night poem.




    Autumn Nights Wings

      The perfect place for me tonight
      Is upon autumn nights wings

      Upon a billow of a moonlit cloud
      I journey to a far and distant place
      To look upon the wonder, of Earth's beautiful face

      I am borne through God's great creation
      And I am listening, as they whisper
      Their loving homage, in each of their vespers

      The jewels of autumn, glistening from the pure white snow
      That is cradled, in the pine trees, like a fancy lady's throw

      Up to the majestic, High Mountain walls
      The sounds of creation, the echo's recall

      The lonely lover's siren, riding on the autumn nights air
      The timber wolf is returning his lost loves despair

      Over mirrored waters, show's the Moon's reflected light
      It washes over me, Bringing contentment and delight

      The end of my journey, I can feel its beginnings unfold
      For Night is returning creation, Into mornings hands to hold

      Autumn night's wings replaces my feet to this Earth
      So that I may be a witness to the new days rebirth

      So, as I look to horizons new light
      I swear to myself, I will help Earth's dire plight

      For living on this Earth is a gift to man
      To care for it, remains in our hand

      Author - Katia
      Copyright © 1998



      Heaven's Fire

      Today I looked into this sky
      And it was burning black and red

      Heaven was on fire
      For the blood that spilt from his head

      It washed down his face like a trail of tears
      Bringing nothing but pain and agony

      And heaven burned black and red
      To show us its heart-wrenching misery

      Lightning struck out like a fist
      Hitting everything in sight

      Thunder clashed out like the voice
      Of the loved ones left behind

      The sun was hidden behind blood red skies
      It did not shine gladness upon the earth

      For together with the heavens
      It burned red as it shed its tears of hurt

      Black is for the mourning
      Red is for the pain

      Never to hear the words
      Of Goodbye again

      Author - Katia
      Copyright © 1998