The Thief Poem by Rich Harney

The Thief

Rating: 5.0


‘ Tis autumn's one remark;
‘Till I be in the spring,
Or summer's height of merry,
Or winter's wandering —

I'll be a conscious fellow,
Capricious at best —
By stealing all the yellow,
The brown, the red, The west!

And if the lonely robin
Put in my lonely leaf
Steadfast my count of auburn —
Replenish — I… a thief!

Monday, October 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tamara Beryl Latham 14 October 2019

Wonderfully penned verse, Rich, with images that linger in the mind. Great job! : -)

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