Monday, October 3, 2016

Autumn Comes Early

Autumn has come.
I see it in your icy eyes -
you long for leaving.


Summer's hazy heat has passed.
Now, October's winds sadly sigh
through golden trees.

I knew one day you would go,
but how was I to know
it would be so soon?

As the last russet leaves
fall to the ungrateful ground,
nostalgia haunts me
like evanescent shadows cast
by a waning moon.





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  2. There is a very nice flow in this. It is superb.

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  3. very fluid and effective closing--good simile--nicely done--congratulations on having your work selected by CA as their October poem of the month

    Jim

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