Aulmost

When it is Autumn again
A tilt to the sphere
A strange atmosphere
And in the evenings rain

Forgotten reminders occur
Somewhere someone once known fades into
Windows slowly changing time to view
A sort of contemplative blur

Appears to crystalize upon the shade
Where Summers shadows roll with the sea
Like a faint call or forgotten plea
Was trying to survive being unmade



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-09-06 at 01:37

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