Autumn's song
Softly sweet, here the setting sun blushing stain
shimmering rivulets upon golden fields of grain,
her subsiding rays harmonize late hours dying art,
whilst we, life strolling free view its fiery heart,
oft blindfolded, pay but mute service to nature's charm,
weave vespers kaleidoscope, dulcet days soft sung balm,
focus keen our short hours, like as a sea spun wave,
she to the returning tide, we to the solitary grave,
leave our lofty schemes, wet eyed awash, a barren cry,
therefore neglect not, the hours that swiftly pass us by,
once its glory flown, e'er estranged from youth's green door,
flowerless, as the deserts, thirst stricken waterless floor,
Alas! life's fragile path, oft traversed sightless alone,
impotent to the difference twixt the neglected and the sown.
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
just to highlight the fragility of our existence and its wonder.
Comments (5)
it is wonderful to see you posting again
This is an exceptional poem ,
We , and our lives ,are indeed so fragile compared to the majestic power of nature .
We need to respect, and appreciate life ,and all of "nature's charm ".
Beautiful poetry dear man - best wishes -F
Thank you so much for your kind comment, the more we go, the more we realise just how fragile it all is, but good that we're here? pHIL;
My grateful thanks for you positive comment, Phil.
- fragile ty Phil