I Write Poetry
The fall...
Too soon the fragrance wanes
Way too soon
The petals of youth perish
Swept like Autumn waste
In an early fall...
They fall!
Before the full bloom
Of spring's fragrant entrance...
They exit!!
Blossom starved eyes
Denied the harvest of many
seasons...of many meadows.
Fragile petals...
Their fragrance is lost.
Too soon the fragrance wanes
Way too soon
The petals of youth perish
Swept like Autumn waste
In an early fall...
They fall!
Before the full bloom
Of spring's fragrant entrance...
They exit!!
Blossom starved eyes
Denied the harvest of many
seasons...of many meadows.
Fragile petals...
Their fragrance is lost.