From green to gold,
the leaves doth turn,
vanquish will the summer burn,
an icy chill reclaims the land,
and creeps the summer shore,
a fall from glory here is told,
hope all the fruits she gave,
will the tongues of men stave,
the cries of sorrow from the band,
sing the death of light,
and the plunge of Earth to night.
COMMENTS
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FeverDreams
06:12 Sep 13 2010
damn you are good!!!
I can hardly wait for the winter poem!
I know its gonna be awesome ... Im so proud to call you fambli!
*hugz and squeezes you*
colemack13
19:00 Sep 14 2010
this one is awesome,good job !
BeauBradalhard
04:27 Jul 27 2015
Holy Mackerel... I like this A LOT!