Maria Barbara Korynt


In A Minute Autumn - Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

an autumn isn't only
golden and yellow leaves,
heated in the summer
sweet fruits juices and honey.

an autumn, it still
a sore throat, tiring,
a fever, and influenza,
and shivers.

an autumn is waiting
for the winter
a spring
for the summer

on it

what the time will bring
what for us the fate
has in the gift


Comments about In A Minute Autumn by Maria Barbara Korynt

  • Rookie Dagmara Anna (8/22/2009 4:51:00 PM)

    Written lightly and romantically. Neat touching the poetic feather. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 21, 2009



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