The Meadow
A meadow full
of memories,
the faded colours
of summer, rest
upon the skeletal
hands and leaves,
for summer whispers
to autumn:
‘For now is here,
take this,
my time away,
for I wish not
yet for Spring,
for fall
and sleep
I must,
to dream again
come May.’
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p1964km@googlemail.com
The Meadow
A meadow full
of memories,
the faded colours
of summer, rest
upon the skeletal
hands and leaves,
for summer whispers
to autumn:
‘For now is here,
take this,
my time away,
for I wish not
yet for Spring,
for fall
and sleep
I must,
to dream again
come May.’
Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback!
p1964km@googlemail.com