Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

The Press of the Seasons

The press of the seasons
  the passing of time
Winds whistle by
  Can winter be nigh

Summertime's monarch
  on the wing in June
Betimes eclipsed
  by Fall's Harvest Moon

I look up at gray skies
  beg for Autumn to stay
When the last leaf on the tree
  floats past me today



           September 26, 2020
 Completely Your Choice (17) Poetry Contest
          Sponsor: Brian Strand

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Caren Krutsinger September 28, 2020 at 10:50 AM Congratulations on a well deserved win my friend.

Carol Mitra September 28, 2020 at 12:37 AM Such a lovely write...short and sweet...Congrats on your win Gershon. Gershon Wolf September 28, 2020 at 8:40 PM Thank you so much for noticing my win, Carol. Happiness and Joy, Gershon

Kim Rodrigues September 27, 2020 at 2:00 PM Wow those first two lines chill...time surely goes quick! Gershon Wolf September 27, 2020 at 2:55 PM Seasons seem to turn faster each passing year. Here's to Autumn! :) gw

Krish Radhakrishna September 27, 2020 at 11:00 AM Gershon very sweet! particularly the two last line! All the best in the contest. Gershon Wolf September 27, 2020 at 1:12 PM Krish, thanks for the support. Sweetness and Light, Gershon

Heidi Sands September 27, 2020 at 6:23 AM Beautifully written and flows so well Gershon :) Gershon Wolf September 27, 2020 at 1:12 PM Appreciate your lovely comment, Heidi. Take care, Gershon

Linda Alice Fowler September 27, 2020 at 6:10 AM "...beg for Autumn to stay..." - if only gw :) Nicely done! Linda Gershon Wolf September 27, 2020 at 1:11 PM Thank you so much, Linda! :) gw

Jenna Logan September 27, 2020 at 4:09 AM Seasonal changes are never put on hold for any reason. Where do the Monarchs go? Well done, GW. Gershon Wolf September 27, 2020 at 1:11 PM Thank you for providing an answer, Linda! I myself have no idea. And thanks for the encouragement, Jenna! :) gw Linda Alice Fowler September 27, 2020 at 6:11 AM Ours head to Santa Cruz. :D

Tom Cunningham September 27, 2020 at 1:54 AM The wheels of the seasons keep turning funny how you always see the last leaf on a tree, hanging on but eventually gives up the fight. Tom Gershon Wolf September 27, 2020 at 1:22 PM Ever since O'Henry's story, 'The Last Leaf,' it seem to play an outsize role in literature of all sorts (even mine). Thanks, Tom