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Adam Brown Poem
A golden light shines over all the land –
In night-time’s silence cloaked with pearl-drop dew –
Such wonders found in nature here at hand,
And yet, it seems, my eyes see only you.
The songbirds choir in blossom-laden trees
Their counterpoint the skylark’s soaring air;
The whole of spring now wakes from autumn’s leaves,
Yet I think only of your raven hair.
No shining day could ever match your spring,
No flower by an artist’s eye yet seen;
Where you alight, the angels softly sing –
You are the one, my only perfect dream.
Yet I can’t describe, mere foolishness to try,
Your perfect beauty, now captured in my eye.
Copyright © Adam Brown | Year Posted 2009
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Adam Brown Poem
As darkness spends the bounty bought by spring,
As sunset puts the day to bed before
Its time; when in cold nights no crickets sing,
I know the summer has again been wasted.
But winter bears no fault, commits no crime –
The guilt rests with those things which yet remain
Until the early frost and passing time
Steals hoards of summer qualities, once prized.
I offered you, in seasons past, a pact –
I would have stayed the course up to this day –
You laughed at me and by this thoughtless act,
You sowed the seeds of summer’s certain end.
A hard lesson, that fruit once cast aside
Cannot be saved, for it has long since died.
Copyright © Adam Brown | Year Posted 2009
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