10-6-13
The summer wanes and chill bites on the air.
Her glory, so green, fades to duller shades.
Down fall the crowns that make the trees so fair.
In death the earth sings sighing serenades.
No more the glories wrought of summer's dance,
As death's cold fingers brush its fading face.
Gone the hypnotic haze of freedom's trance,
As sighing breath delivers up her grace.
But in this yearly death of summer's thrill,
From failing boughs, the fruit of nature's womb,
Bring life from that which colder winds would chill,
Making the future's cradle from this tomb.
In seeming death of nature's glory day,
Is but the sleep that paves tomorrow's way.
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Poems, Prayers & Promises
PoetryA collection of my own poetry, in various styles. Some were written from prompts, some from random inspiration. I hope you enjoy peeking into my heart and mind.
