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.
Copyright © Peter Rees | Year Posted 2017