Equinox

Summer dies spectacularly:
Yellow fields, and falling sun
To put them in dramatic light.
The nights have lengthened,
Gotten cool, and I, if dying,
Doing so mundanely, slowly,
Day by day, sit outside with
A cup of coffee, not the pop
I used to drink, to marvel at
A world, at once beautiful
And doomed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-09-21 at 14:50

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