September: Fading Light Poem by Stephen Spurrier Jr.

September: Fading Light



The dead beloved flashes the inward eye—
Though Scripture saith once to die…
Still, this eve—the crackling fade in summer,
She visits my inward self— one to not remember…
Dead, oh dead! Sleep long slumbers
Dream O dream thy serenading numbers! Angels bid
Thee welcome home!
This calm September
Fade not alone…
O hushed September, fading light—
Summer fades to Fall’s sweet night,
Hear O dearest, my last request: Dwell there with God—
Live sweet and blessed!
Fade O Summer—
Melt to fall!
There! The painted season’s call…

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem came out of a bizarre reflection on my dearly beloved grandmother's death. I had a paranoid fear that she would return, so this is an attempt to ward off such thoughts. Enjoy, and please rate/comment!
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