The Turning of Fall

 

 

The thrift of compromise

A fading

And leaving,

The warm sky is gone from her eyes

*

Like the dying of a rose

Crimson lost

Slow withering

And dying

At the onset of frost.

*

The cold wind

And the brilliant colors

Yet turning,

Yet falling

To the ground

Like a brown snow drift

The leaves of her love are gone

And I feel winter coming on.

*

-js

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