Seasons In Love - Fall
The old blaze won`t keep us warm any longer
The light is fading, the cold grows stronger
Flames of a dying fire glow in lovers` eyes
In a gray sky a lonely blackbird westward flies
Broody brushes dripping with boundless yellow
Paint images of memories melancholy, mellow
With fruits lavishly loaded, with ripeness replete
All turn inward, a final task to carefully complete
What was sown and grown now must be reaped
The harvest is ready to be collected and heaped
One last eclectic parade of a once were fascination
Falling leaves, dying dreams, approaching cessation
Copyright © Laszlo Kecsedi | Year Posted 2013
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