Sidney Beck Poet Rhyme Royal

Loss and Gain

LOSS    AND    GAIN


When autumn drives the sunny days  away
   
And larks begin to gather in the  sky,
     
The bright gold light is darkened into  gray
        
And  treble soft  falls silent from on  high: 
             
The silent days must shorten with a  sigh. 
                 
Now harvest workers gather in  the  fall 
                                                                         
Of apples, pears and plums – it’s quite a  haul.          

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Written  by  Sydney  Peck  for 
Dr. Ram Mehta’s   Contest     “Rhyme Royal”

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Dr.Ram Mehta September 1, 2011 at 9:09 PM Thanks for the entry, sydney

Carrie Richards September 1, 2011 at 8:55 PM You fill our bounty with lovely poetic words!! (Let's go visit the fruit stands! My favorite thing to do!) Ahhh....nicely done!!

Nancy Jones September 1, 2011 at 5:36 PM treble softness... nicey! ~n Sidney Beck September 1, 2011 at 5:40 PM it's a pinch from John Keats, a friend of mine L O L