George Egba


When The Season Come To An End - Poem by George Egba

The rain is gone
The dew is come
And the thunder has rested its bolt
The sun has ceased from revolt
The season has come to an end
The moon like a ball
Has roll for the snow to fall
The sky at rest
With the clouds and mist
T he season has come to an end
The birds cry for cold again
The streams would miss the rain
The trees wither standing dry
The grasses rise early to try
The season has come to an end
The shepherds make their hay
The cattle's run away
The sailors set to sail
Drunk in winter wine and pale
Bade love ones farewell
The season has come to an end

Topic(s) of this poem: hardship

Form: Allegory


Comments about When The Season Come To An End by George Egba

  • Shakil Ahmed (12/5/2015 7:24:00 AM)


    Drunk in winter wine and pale
    Bade love ones farewell
    The season has come to an end - -beautiful lines, well penned poem, thanks for sharing
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015



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