A Season of Verse
Days in seasons gather
As due storms, above a setting sun
Memories holding me in stillness
By living out, in each and every one
In verse, a vessel to amble on, with
Or mere ways which a man journeys back
As pages become the stir of echoes
By outward, inking thoughts into black
Some are turned, with smiles stained
Others in very tender tears
Evermore simply by aural laughter
Freeing imagery of foregone years
And in eye of mind
I see thee read
To turn another, then one more page
And feel in your heart, my envision bleed
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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