These Are The Days
These are the days when the shadows grow long
With the sun yearning to break free--
But failing in its arduous struggle with night
It succumbs to the coolness of Autumns breeze
And these are the days when the corn grows tall
With their shoots arching high into the air
And as the crows circle looking for a place to land
The stalks ripple in the wind without a care.
These are the times of vibrant colors
With the changing leaves on display,
Heroically giving their final breath as if to exude
Swiftly approaches the hour requiring greater fortitude
With the careless whims of summer gone
And with solemnness of winter approaching
These were the fleeting moments I cherished
And the memories I longed to hold onto
With the rich harvest moon slowly rising high
And the vividness of a full orange moon
These were the times I must remember
For they were leaving me far too soon.
Alas, these were the nights of cool brisk air
That left whisky trails on my breath
As my lungs bristled to breathe the cold air in
I rejoiced for it was Autumn once again.
-- Greg Butz
September 01, 2009
2 comments:
I think now you can all leave comments.
Greg,
Your words expressed how fall feels. You painted a beautiful picture and I hope to use this poem sometime.
Regards,
StarWinar
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