Poets of Autumn

Leaves have fallen;
we rake and burn them.
Smoke signals scent the season

O! How time does go on,
the pendulum never stopping.
No need to grieve for the trees,
they will endure.

Though the air is gathering a chill,
our Isadora scarves
dance in the wind. We live
in the miracle of today.

This moment is irretrievable;
store it in your heart.
Time stops for no one,
but it will pause for your song.



7 thoughts on “Poets of Autumn

  1. BoardFlak

    Time is a thief; it steals what is most precious to us on earth.
    Time is a bully; it drags us a way from people, places, and events where we would wish to linger.
    Time is a tyrant; the drum beats and we must march whether we would or no.
    Time is heartless; it is a relentless force and does not care for human cares.

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