THE BRIEFNESS OF A SEASON
Too brief was the loveliness of September,
it seemed that winter had returned again
with nippiness and rudeness in the flustering breeze!
Every single rose shivered and repeatedly asked
the fierce wind not to let their delicate petals freeze
under the thick frost, as night approached and fear increased!
Oh, did the shy nightingales come out and breath
over them...to let them live through October?
What would have been fall like without the presence of roses?
At midnight, the luminous moon stood still,
glanced over the daffodils' fields below to lend
them her silver color...all thought that snow had fallen too soon!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
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