Ardour Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Ardour



Peelings of the waning sun,
Stark fried strips of choking streets.
Does the autumn have a plan
To grant us a tray of treats?

Treats of yellowing leafage crude,
Treats of gossamer adrift,
Treats of bent wind-ridden wood,
Treats of craggy clouds swift.

Ardour - autumn's soothing sighs
To repent of stay futile.
Summer aftermath's demise
Lingers now for awhile.

Ardour
Thursday, September 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Fine days of incoming Indian summer are so touching in their lingering caress and encouraging evanescense!
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