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Autumn will be the Death of Me
by Kenneth LauThe leaves of the trees
My hopes and dreams
The green of the grass
My passions and heartfelt goals
The agony of changing seasons
What's not to love
About the wilting of my dreams
And failed but ne'er forgotten ambittions?
The leaves crumble, melting into the
Ever browning turf.
Autumn will be the death of me.
What will I do without the scent
Of the gentle summer breeze
Whispering secret lyrics
To the song of the constant wail of the birds?
I do not enjoy the rustle of fallen leaves
Being whisked away in howling gusts
To soon meet with hellish flames
Or the blood-red they turn as the whole world surrenders.
The voices grow distant and I shall
No longer receive airborne tidings at dawn.
Autumn will be the death of me... 09/22/2004 Author's Note: Definitely mourning the end of summer y'all...
Posted on 09/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Kenneth Lau
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Matt Forget on 09/25/04 at 02:01 AM I like the poem....and I understand why you would compare fall to the end of that real bump in your feel for life. But don't ever worry. Spring is that much closer for new leaves to appear and all will be great once again. Besides....this of this...after fall is winter. It gets cold outside. Someone just may want to stay warm inside....hmm....good consideration....hehe...nice job though. I like it :) |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 10/20/04 at 07:10 AM This was super! I read it over many times and it's going in my favorites.
"The voices grow distant and I shall
No longer receive airborne tidings at dawn.
Autumn will be the death of me..."
Such a powerful ending. |
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