Time for the summer days of leisure
to blow away with the falling leaves
Days of soaking up the warming sun
are being taken away by thieves
Skies of gray mask the break of day
The howling wind outside my window
steals my attention… chilling my approval
As helpless tree tops sway to and fro
Fall is on its way with single mindlessness
No persuasive words can change the route
There is nothing that can detour the plan...
Admitting defeat… I reluctantly stand mute
9/29/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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