The Rose At the Edge of Autumn
The sun sincerely set tonight,
the rising moon to night's delight,
where water couplets parse the night
and scattered roots thy rose.
Fore every drop that sops the sky
and leaves nay speck of dry behind,
the lunar orbit weeps this night
and scatters roots thy rose.
Let us hear the couplets,
let us feel the drops,
let us be gravity's eventual stop;
let us be the anchor
of said idle ship,
where impacting moisture meets receiving lips.
The summer is singing the sun lullaby,
the song be so tearful
the sun has gone shy,
it's hiding behind the yonder hill's boon,
the sun has come ready to hibernate soon.
The moon's a ready and glowing at ease,
for time's never standing-
it's pace has increased,
the violet tulips have noticed their turn
and scattered roots thy rose.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011
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