I'll try harder maybe. But in the meantime, I like this, so here it is.
The Autumn seems to have arrived unannounced, tumbling the crows and turning me to words once more. These are the fading days, the days of bittersweet ripeness, of papered petal roses and dreams. This is the place where Summer ends and Autumn begins with a dash rather than a full stop.
A Summer
The switch is flicked
And with that click
Summer is off
Autumn is on
Mist inrolling
Swallows gone
Land grips heat
Earth cooling each day
Dreaming the passion
Hot thrusts in May
And so the earth cycles
Time turns to sleep
Blankets are tucked
Thrown in a heap
Distant orderly conduct
Dreams thickly knee-deep
With pillows all plumped
White feathered replete
Soft reminders
To bind us
Time for a dream
Waking days passed
And that’s the scheme
A wilderness of winter
Time of deep dark
Comfort comfits coffins
So soon to embark
And what is not to love
In passing of time
Each moment a miracle
Each instant sublime
Time time time
Each second divine
That is the message
The nub of my rhyme
Time time time
Gentlemen please
Drink deep
Seasons pass
It's all in the scheme.
And with that click
Summer is off
Autumn is on
Mist inrolling
Swallows gone
Land grips heat
Earth cooling each day
Dreaming the passion
Hot thrusts in May
And so the earth cycles
Time turns to sleep
Blankets are tucked
Thrown in a heap
Distant orderly conduct
Dreams thickly knee-deep
With pillows all plumped
White feathered replete
Soft reminders
To bind us
Time for a dream
Waking days passed
And that’s the scheme
A wilderness of winter
Time of deep dark
Comfort comfits coffins
So soon to embark
And what is not to love
In passing of time
Each moment a miracle
Each instant sublime
Time time time
Each second divine
That is the message
The nub of my rhyme
Time time time
Gentlemen please
Drink deep
Seasons pass
It's all in the scheme.
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