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September 22
Contributed by
moonshine
on
Saturday, 8th September 2007 @ 06:43:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Harvest time overwhelms the dying summer season.
He dissipates in silence without retort or reason.
His blistering heat is cooled by her crisp benign breeze,
Unruly burning flames tamed with graceful ease.
A fiendish scorching nature.
A frosty forsaken vitality.
They both come together
For a union yearned forever.
Through this passionate meeting there was a child that was born,
Who had foliage of Summer's fire,
And that breeze that we adore.
Vermilion...
Carmine...
Scarlet...
Russet orange...
Each majestic waving banner,
Each stained in Summer's manner.
Her autonomous icy breeze,
Chilly but not bitter.
A frigid gift from Harvest,
This beauty that will fit her.
This transformation that has come,
So resplendent,
Yet so numb.
Copyright ©
moonshine
... [
2007-09-08 06:43:48] (Date/Time posted on
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