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    SEPTEMBER SURRENDERS

    THE FIELDS AND TREES
    Gone warm splendid nights
    The birds FLY AWAY
    ALONG WITH THE BEES
    AUTHUMN COMES CALLING
    LEAVES CAN’T HELP THEMSEVES
    THINKING NEW COLORS
    Turning then FALLING
    THE COOL at dusk
    END OF A SEASON
    ALL THAT I ate of the sun
    I was NEVER FULL ENOUGH
    And the sun gives no reason
    Last summer breeze
    GENTLE THROUGH MY window screens
    The wooden sill humble
    Freight train horn screams
    My house and my bones
    They both feel the rumble
    No OTHER SOUND of
    Chirping things, winged things
    Depression will come
    And I will then crumble
    Many days after June
    GREEN grass And the Sharon tree
    The rose yields to closure
    Frost will be soon
    By and by SAY GOODBYE
    And the last flavor of life
    Colored children jump and flip
    Upon their black and blue trampoline
    Knowing no strife
    In a parking space
    Beside a big city pine
    The brown bat fluttering
    In a fade to black on black climb
    My sun hiding longer
    Signs of the time
    Forgive my hate of surrender
    Grey will become the hated color
    Forgive my hate of September
    At least in my north
    At least in my mind

    Rds
    The second


  • #2
    I enjoyed the way you expressed the end of a season into the next.

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    • #3
      Keats lays
      Claim to its
      Mellow fruitfulness
      But melancholy would address
      The turn, as night by day out-waits
      To throw its somber curse,
      Deciduous, across
      These Northern lands.
      Last edited by Johntee; 09-26-2022, 10:18 AM.

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