I've seven supernova all
Gathered in a heap,
They're rotting under hessian
And their own dull heat.
The planting came in autumn:
Winter's for the sleep and
Springtime's slumber wakening.
Summer scythes, summer reaps,
Summer's plenty, summer feasts.
Summer plunders. Spring is sweet,
Autumn's old and winter sleeps--
Good lord, what did my summer reap?
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
I've seven supernova all
Gathered in a heap,
They're rotting under hessian
And their own dull heat.
The planting came in autumn:
Winter's for the sleep and
Springtime's slumber wakening.
Summer scythes, summer reaps,
Summer's plenty, summer feasts.
Summer plunders. Spring is sweet,
Autumn's old and winter sleeps--
Good lord, what did my summer reap?
