Autumn ghosts

The Autumn wood creaks
like an old door
left ajar.
And the spectral eyes
of the mist
muse from afar
on an eerie landscape
of dead leaves in flight
that already smell
of nostalgic sites.
But for distant paths
beyond the blanket of fog
phantom lovers come forward
among the reflections of the wind
with no more love words
and no more regrets
walking under the lime trees
led by living Death
into the hazy shade
of the October fall
deeper than
Hades smoking hole.

Max Bindi is an Italian Author/Poet/Multimedia Artist. His work has been featured in several Poetry Anthologies as well as in a variety of international Literary Magazines both online and in print, including: Aphelion Webzine, The Horror Zine, The Sirens Call eZine, Lovecraftiana (Rogue Planet Press)and elsewhere.

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