Gone Poem by Smoky Hoss
Gone
The black-eyed Susans
are gone,
the question of fall
has begun.
Winter will arrive
at last,
the scarlet summer
is past.
We've filled our sacks full
of spun gold,
and been enraptured by the tales
of fantastic stories told.
Now outside the window
of our heart,
we see
the cold snowfall start.
Friendly fires
fade,
as do the plans in youth
we once made.
Illusions of summers perfection
shatter,
with the weight of things
that no longer matter.
The black-eyed Susans
are gone,
they've sung their last
sweet song.
Even fall now
is nearly done,
a chill in the air prophesies
winter has thus begun.
and yet in the dead of winter, the buds of spring rise from the heart... another beautiful offering!
Beautiful spirits in these lines..Fall still haunts the Winter, living in your words.. :)
What a wonderful poem to read just about the time of year that is upon us. The very reason I moved from N.Y. to Calif. only to find that nights can get really cold here too. What a great poetic way of seeing the flowers in your thoughts, and how their time has passed with a reason. Natures ongoing cycle of beauty for each season.
Line after gorgeous, soul-searching, heartaching line----top marks--and I am faving this so I can read it over and over and over.
And what gave you less than a 5? If I find him or her, being drug behind my horse would be justifiable. This is LITERATURE.
Who are you? You go so easily from cute and colloquial to an utter masterpiece like this piece of art
We've filled our sacks full of spun gold, and been enraptured by the tales of fantastic stories told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 8:08:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I read this a few times, just because i had too... it is just so harmonious to read aloud....it really filled my heart with joy and sorrow in equal measures even though it feels melancholy, it seems to head on with a purposeful stride...maybe acceptance but thats how i felt this poem...thanks karen