Fall
© 2011 (Jim Sularz)
Come sorrow there is poetry,
dry, wind tossed leaves blow here and there.
Naked trees thin shake and shiver,
no turning back Time’s rusted gears.
A row of sparrows, autumn heights,
blue oceans, stars, a twilight’s love.
Faded photographs, tear-filled eyes,
this season chills, Fall clouds above.
Cold fingers cloak a metal sky,
a Winter’s start we’ll come to know.
Our flowers bloomed that once have dried,
awake new, at last fallen snow!
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