Barb Black Poet Free verse

Alchemy

Autumn presses her lips
to the breast of Summer.
I will feed from you
‘til you are no more,
then shepherd you in death
to a crystalline shore.
The old man waits
as surely as you burn.
There is a time for everything
and in everything we return.
In light and in shadow
beyond woodlands, beyond sea,
there is no golden promise,
only alchemy.

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Poet Destroyer A March 28, 2016 at 10:43 PM Barb Black, you've expressed yourself well, I like the last line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry when you have time. Love ~LINDA~

Skat A August 11, 2015 at 5:21 PM BARB, this is a good read, thanks for sharing..... **SKAT**

Darryl Davis January 16, 2012 at 1:43 PM A quality write :-)

John Rhinem January 16, 2012 at 1:32 PM Smile ˜ Sweeet! )