A Mourning Poem by Paul Josef

A Mourning



Morning wept for summer lost,
Its wails whipping,
Its howls cold.
Summer's fallen,
Brittle and old,
Washed and swept
By morning lament.

Thursday, October 16, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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