How sadly the wind is weeping
How empty the woodlands sigh
How brightly the star is gleaming
Like tinsel in the sky
How gently thoughts of you waken
How deeply they grip the heart
How soon a moment is taken
In breaths of timeless art
How quickly a year is over
A flicker, a chant, a sigh
A soul-mate, rebel, a lover
A twinkle in the eye
How withered the blooms are lying
How little is summer's day
How soon we would begin dying
Should Hope and Love decay
How still is the night without you
How dark, the fleet-footed day
How brightly the thoughts about you
Return to light my way
J~
A reflective poem. Yes, how quickly a year is over; and how quickly one begins dying! So much to think about here.
ReplyDeleteI find autumn is a time of reflection, don't you? Thank-you for visiting and for your words Mary.
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