Seasons Past
Bound is the significance of autumn’s course
Perished in Decembers cold,
And a symbol of its thoughts and deeds
Shall go to they imagined,
But I lay on a bed of polished silk
Staring at an evening star
And hoping for winters passage
Trees ever sway in this calm breeze
Gracing the air of the cool night,
And moonbeams dance to songs that are played
While signs of twilight change,
Cast out a mark from banished light
That shall melt the winter snow
Under the softer rains of spring
Emotions dwell in the fallacy of life,
Like the whisper of a child’s tear,
When a meaning limited to its own intent
Remains in our desire;
Come to see a seed take route
In the quiet of the morning dew
As summer slips away
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