Peter Rees Poet Free verse

Summer Hurries By

Summer hurries by,
Through green and brown
To gold and dust, they die,
The leaves which summer had caressed
And breathed upon and gently brought
To all the stirring shades of autumn.
The seasons now embrace,
Each bids a fond farewell
As teardrops freeze
They part,warm hand in hand of ice,
And cheek to frosty cheek.

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Patricia Cresswell September 17, 2017 at 4:10 PM Beautiful, fine brush strokes layed with delicacy.4NP Peter Rees September 7, 2019 at 11:14 AM Thank you Patricia. I wrote this when a schoolboy, except for the last few lines, which were written sixty years later.