Monday, September 19, 2016

Autumn winds


Changes are happening
Sun now starts sinking
Autumn winds now whisper in my life
Then winter cuts with its sharp knife
Chilling me to the bone
Now that I'm all alone

Sweet was the springtime
Summer a heady wine
How glorious were those days of ours
As we whiled away those happy hours
The sun knows does she not?
That you'll never be forgot

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19 comments:

  1. "Its sharp knife" is a perfect metaphor. I love how this becomes a love song.

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  2. This is lovely the seasons entwined in your poem of love.

    much love...

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  3. "Summer a heady wine"...love this...

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  4. This is beautifully written. I liked the contrast in the 2 verses. And the way you've concluded the poem.

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  5. This is oh so tender and wistful, Robin 💖

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  6. I think the sun knows In fact I am sure

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  7. "Chilling me to the bone, now that i'm alone...." So poignant. No, she will never be forgotten, Robin.

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  8. Oh indeed, the sun knows....and the sun remembers! A poignant piece, Robin.

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  9. No matter how much we still wish for summer, there's no way to stop the turning of the seasons. But doesn't winter seem more frequent than it used to?

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  10. I think the sun does know and will offer light in days of darkness.

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  11. This one pull a very long sigh out of me, Robin. I think that the sun knows, indeed... That's the reason why it reaches through the freezing clouds, to warm our hearts... ☼

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  12. Changes are happening
    Sun now starts sinking
    Autumn winds now whisper in my life

    Changes are happening but one can while away at happy hours taking them one at a time happy reminiscing of the loved one.

    Hank

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  13. Well-penned, Robin. The allegory of the seasons suits your theme well.

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