Quietly sitting alone in my garden with a glass of wine and my thoughts this Labour Day
The garden tends toward over ripe
It seems that time is running slow
As leaves fall from silent lofty heights
Soon an autumn fire will fill the hearth
Frost will filigree the window panes
Thoughts of harvest and All Hallows’ eve
Reminisces of leaf smoke and sap stains
Snow my long lost lover returns
As memory serves long walks with her
This soft and gentle September day
Of pensive silence and memories dear
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2020-09-07 at 23:06
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September Memories
The days are somewhat shorter nowThe garden tends toward over ripe
It seems that time is running slow
As leaves fall from silent lofty heights
Soon an autumn fire will fill the hearth
Frost will filigree the window panes
Thoughts of harvest and All Hallows’ eve
Reminisces of leaf smoke and sap stains
Snow my long lost lover returns
As memory serves long walks with her
This soft and gentle September day
Of pensive silence and memories dear
Poetry by josephus
Read 248 times
Written on 2020-09-07 at 23:06
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