Sunday, January 25, 2015


I wrote this one a few months back:

Ode to fleeting beauty

Your nights are brisk, dear Fall,
Your sunsets light the sky afire.
You, mirroring, perhaps, the shades of trees

Which I now watch with awe:
This yearly show where you inspire
Bright leaves ablaze, then floating on the breze.

And yet, you tease my heart
Your gorgeous brilliance doomed to fade
And how can I embrace your waning strength?

Yet I’m wrong from the start
No matter how briefly you stayed.
Its depth of love that matters, not the length.

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