Autumn - Constanza
She hears the distant warbler sing
As echoed memories enfold
The truth of stories left untold
An edgy tone, a bit of sting
Sweet mysteries of ocean spray
The cooling edge of yesterday
For time is such a fleeting thing
Its shadows in the sunsets glow
Call out to us “please let me go”
Life slowly closing its gold ring
Around a world gone dimly gray
Within the hope of one more day
Although it may be made of string
Placed on her finger in her youth
It was this love became her truth
She hears the distant warbler sing
An edgy tone, a bit of sting
For time is such a fleeting thing
Life slowly closing its gold ring
Although it may be made of string
John G. Lawless
©9/15/2022
In Remembrance of Connie – Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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