Thursday, July 26, 2012

A Season With You


You
Are no summer
As climate is warmer
Or stinging glummer

You
Are neither spring
Of lovely flowers blooming
And hay fever budding

You
Aren’t winter
Of white dull weather
Or pricking cold splinter

You
are the autumn
of grey landscape boredom
the chilly wind’s gruesom
the weary  pace glum

you
are the autumn in my heart
colourful foliage sweetheart
short lived, weathered  then depart
destroying my rampart.

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