The summer's day sun died; drenched, drowned, felled
beneath golden water of a past fall's horizon;
set. The trees' ephemeral amber leaves. To flames as it expired
autumn's bright seer burned the world a dark and chill,
ever failing to stay the approaching night
beneath. Golden water of a past fall's horizon
strained, swelled, rose to greet winter's ashen moon
who left earth- for a moment- a frozen visage.
Ever failing to stay, the approaching night
ebbed, revealed spring rains and summer heat before flowing
again to autumn's golden twilight. That harvest sun,
who left earth for a moment, a frozen visage
in the heavens now it seems, begins once more to wane.
The summer's day- sun-dyed drenched and drowned- felled
again to autumn's golden twilight. That harvest sun
sets the trees' ephemeral amber leaves -to flame- as it expires.
Sep 23, 2011
Sep 23, 2011 at 3:54 PM UTC
The summer's day sun died; drenched, drowned, felled
beneath golden water of a past fall's horizon;
set. The trees' ephemeral amber leaves. To flames as it expired
autumn's bright seer burned the world a dark and chill,
ever failing to stay the approaching night
beneath. Golden water of a past fall's horizon
strained, swelled, rose to greet winter's ashen moon
who left earth- for a moment- a frozen visage.
Ever failing to stay, the approaching night
ebbed, revealed spring rains and summer heat before flowing
again to autumn's golden twilight. That harvest sun,
who left earth for a moment, a frozen visage
in the heavens now it seems, begins once more to wane.
The summer's day- sun-dyed drenched and drowned- felled
again to autumn's golden twilight. That harvest sun
sets the trees' ephemeral amber leaves -to flame- as it expires.
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