Like The Wind Poem by Barry Middleton

Like The Wind



love is passing like the wind
that soon must go its way
the heat and rush of passion fade
like songs of yesterday

it is a province of the night
beneath an august moon
that yields to chilly autumn air
to sound a sadder tune

why love must end as seasons turn
and why the cold winds blow
are rhapsodies beyond my ken
that I may never know

Friday, January 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: loss,love,mystery
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