Comes a time, south or north
to go with the river bends
its weighty head to drink late
thoughts in bloom of April trees
grow fine and shade forgotten
moments are the best and last
to fade in summer things unsaid
grow wings to burn a while
the wind blows out the sun
in autumn dies
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 9:01 AM UTC
Comes a time, south or north
to go with the river bends
its weighty head to drink late
thoughts in bloom of April trees
grow fine and shade forgotten
moments are the best and last
to fade in summer things unsaid
grow wings to burn a while
the wind blows out the sun
in autumn dies
a run-on poem, i.e. "the river" ends a sentence and begins another, and so on