Thursday, October 27, 2016

Weep Not For Summer, Love





Weep not for that which is no more
Nor for what cannot be
Darling, the leaf that summer wore
Was born to leave the tree

Weep not for flower-garden spent
Or hours blush and blue
Darling, the way that summer went
We all are going too

Weep not for dreams in lands bereft
Or moment-deft demise
Darling, dance on what yet is left
…a ballroom beneath skies

Weep not, my love, for scattered gold
Or green weaned of its sheen
Darling, the way to growing old
Is built on what has been

© Janet Martin






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