|[ general anxiety of the existential variety ]|
TempestariiWith light dancer’s feet so airily silent –Tempestarii by autumnicity
Marring th’earth, her spangled steps nonviolent –
Spectral, she drifts in delicate alignment.
With trumpets gold she heralds the morn, rimose
Is the lace of her breath in brisk air; “Vamose,”
She urges, “winter’s deceit is e’ermore close."
Fiercely labouring, time has conceived a foe
Born of tempestuous mirth and thick shadow;
She winnows and howls, the carrier of woe.
Her ghastly wrath eases with dissonant sighs,
And anon, transformed, she herself neatifies
In clinquant deception so brutally wry.
Irenic now, her wav’ring face coaxingly
Soothes with lamenting pleas, and, preventingly,
Her frosted face softens so transiently.
In morningAt dawn I awakeIn morning by autumnicity
The hour beckons lassitude,
Disdain lays seeped in nocturne,
And wond'ring, I lay still:
Morning waits as I await you
Returning Long From HomeE'en now I see myself, returning long from homeReturning Long From Home by autumnicity
With the heavy weights of care worn thick across my brow.
Alone no longer — I will belong — with need naught to roam;
And eternal I will stay there, my soul and self I'll vow
There shall I find comfort — a hearth's warm embrace,
And tenderly greet solace, whence habit plainly lies.
Worries there escape me; lost in vacant space,
For simple is the longing that from my marrow cries.
Here I see it clearly, returning long from home
The marks of age creased — lovingly tattered and worn.
And I will lose myself, as if in monochrome,
For life cannot go on, when wishing turns forlorn.
I’m Leigh, but I’m known as autumnicity on here~ I’m just a shy person from Canada, and I’d love to talk if you left me a comment... I use Photoshop CS3, Flash CS4 and Copic markers, although I experiment with media a lot.
Some things I like are:
Art. [ especially drawing, photography, animation & design ]