Spring and Autumn

I watch a last wasp struggle by. It's of my
Time. I'm autumn. We both know the
Ground will freeze tonight. The leaves are
Falling from the trees. The days contract.
All growing's done, and, from the far side
Of the summer, season in which we could
Meet, I see the spring and wave goodbye.
So strong and green, she's moving off,
As I always have known she'd do. There's
No more heat to keep us close. I'm fading
As she starts to glow, so lovely I begin to
Cry. She sent a wasp to sting me once.
The wound remains. Now, I, within my
Frost and darkness, know I won't be stung
Again, the wasps remaining unlike hers.
All weak, the captives of my time, they
Barely struggle by.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-10-18 at 14:04

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