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Midnights Voice (November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)
Poems by Midnights Voice : 55 / 205
Fall (Sept 3,2002)
A summer endeth-
A fall beginneth
Where do all passing souls hideth?
It was a summer that just was
A just delayeth
A just barest
just in timeth
As the monks chant
I scrawl out healing words
That soothe my soul
From this page I draw strength
From the lines I find perseverance
The sun has set
Darkness filters into the shadows
Left untouched by the light
Midnights Voice
Submitted: Monday, September 03, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Poems by Midnights Voice : 55 / 205
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would love to know which verses you were writing in this piece.. :)
And summer turns to winter - great write.
The last two lines could have so many meanings- great poetry!
Gorgeous_Unwritten Soul
It was a summer that just was-but at least it was and we still liveth, and perservereth. Very, very nice.
The healing words that you scrawl out soothe not only your soul but of others also! ! A nice poem!
How can we express the beauty of fall and the subsequent harvest? and it starts from September, the Fall!