Autumnal Sense

09-19-13

Would Summer’s warm embrace
Not dwindle, giving way to darker
Cooler eves; and Autumn,
In her graceful, melancholy manner
Step sheepish forward in her brilliant
Untamed gown, ablaze with so many shades
Of unnatural Earth;
How might we welcome Winter –
That fearsome Queen whose breath,
A loveless thrust or crawling ache,
Freezes blood within the veins and charges
Hearts to give their hardest all
In dispensing spirit through our tender flesh?
Should vibrant living nature not settle down,
Compose its sweet symphony of colors, odors,
And vast sentiments of patient longing to go on
In the endless swathes of pre-nascent seed;
What hope would we against bitterness,
Against the final season? It’s well
To witness all the faculties of death
As but convincing guises for
A mortal sleep, and to know
There shall be waking
Into Spring.

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About A. S. Ellis

I am always learning. Always. And that is as it should be.
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