Autumn Wind Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Autumn Wind



It sings, and every flower and weed
Bestows a tributary seed
Of life again to live.
I listen, but a sterile tear,
Alas! no recompense to bear!
Is all I have to give.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
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