We all are naked in the autumn's end-
the trees, the grass, the chirpless katydid.
Tinted by the snowfall the colors blend
caressing nude, the way parents forbid.
The pallid sky has shed its blue chiffon
and beckons her lost love with tears aflow
Her sunlight tricked her, such a sly Don Juan,
her heart, it bleeds the alabaster snow.
The crispy leaves, play music dance, and sing
in hopes that April soon will turn them green
the months, they pass in sobs until the spring:
the sun's rebirth! It wipes her teared face clean.
How autumn's ill-timed imminence does lend
to time's repute as cruel and fickle friend!














Comments
And also thanks for the fave
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Yours in perpetual admiration,
Valkyrius
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Yours in perpetual admiration,
Valkyrius
And I like how, despite the saddening thoughts of lost love and bleeding hearts, it still has a light and lilting, if not happy, tone.
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"We rode on the winds of the rising storm,
we ran to the sounds of the thunder;
we danced among the lightning bolts,
and tore the world asunder."
--Fragment of a poem thought to be attributed to the Dragon Reborn.
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