waxwings Posted November 26, 2009 Share Posted November 26, 2009 (edited) A BIRTHDAY'S FALL I watch the years go by. As seasons pass, from supple boughs, from fragrant bowers, soft petals fall, wraith-like, in gentle showers, and dying leaves must fall on yellow grass. Washed by spring rain, warmed by its breezes each year I watch grains swell in summer's heat, see harvest bring a flood of golden wheat and hear pools shiver, knowing winter's freezes. It has not turned cold yet. But my heart flutters. Is it because I suddenly recall that I give up a part of me each fall when yellow leaves drift past my half-drawn shutters. There, though I love to see the seasons turn, goes one more year of my too brief sojourn. Edited November 26, 2009 by waxwings Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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