He fell in seasons
His springs, soft and quiet
were fragranced with hope
new beginnings
fresh spirit
"Fallen from favour"
His summers, long and hot
tasted like success
fiery passion
sweet, hard-earned sweat
"Fallen from grace"
His autumns, short and crisp
felt like wrinkled time
worn-in feelings
past life
"Not scared to jump, not scared to fall"
His winters, brisk and shocking
sounded like falling
shivering faith
quiet uptown
"If there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all"
He fell in seasons
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a poem | a poetry collection by rareraconteur
PoetryJust a few poems that I may have written and felt like sharing.
