Oh Fall! In thy depressèd ways
Linger less in the days,
Whispering is thy word:
An adage, desolation stirred.
Dancing lights of Summer fade,
Rows of corn in golden braid,
Cling to a companion solid—
For Fall, a season rot and squalid.
Oh Fall! Thy menace, thy malice;
Spring and Summer but a callous.
Beckon on Wind and Ice,
Tantalize, Winter entice.
Reap the moan of Summer’s sow;
Glean the breeze sweet and low.
Hide the brew of months passed,
Scorn the wine, the vineyards vast,
Now whimpering, cowering ‘neath thy mast.
Labels: 2008: Digitalis
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