Sing me a song About the way Autumn smells After a scorching summer When the clouds are as gray As an old man's moustache And the wind whispers Of all great sorrows and decay Like a reluctant herald Full of Love And Death Sing me a song Of Winter twilight And the first snow Which is always the same Yet so new Whiteness like a shroud Or a wedding gown The sacred frozen union Of Earth and Sky Sing me a song Of Spring's bright opening A million colours Tumble and roll All silenced voices Suddenly full And pouring out To mix the soil of the soul And win back
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
1/16/2021 6:34:36 AM # 1.0.0.396