Fay Slimm Poems

Over dim woodland floor dew starts to rise.
Birds feather into cool breeze and take flight,
And dark night, like a thief, steals fast away.
Harmony now needs to lead, tunes it's keys
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There are birds in dark masses,
Prior to migration.
Collecting in marshes,
On ploughed land or green.
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July empties itself over hot fields.
Grass, long since faded, now droops sadly while
Quielty dying, - even the earth yields
Up no droplet of dew. Barren, it smiles
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Quiet gloom descends, and we too downward
Stoop, mid ranks of rock, damply oozing. First
Glimpse of our trip in ancient cave abounds
With spectres, some, depicting dig-thirsty
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Carpet of dazzling gleam and greenery.
A gift of splendour, dressed in a very
Yellowy gown, round as the midday sun,
Heart-shaped leaves, darkest of green becoming
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Gusting ice on passionate nature, a love
That favours repression holds back in shame.
It parades it's sham submission, and above
All it sees restraint as a must, and blames
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Leaves ready to fall
...........................now redden and blush.
Demur in change,
.....................they know October's here.
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The dance of the planets drift into view
Arrayed with colours of differing hue.

Swaying with elegance moving with grace,
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Let him know, oh God.
Make him know that you care.
Every moment he's gone
You'll need to be there.
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With your head bent carelessly
..................................on my breast,

And your legs hot and trembling
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