As the dying sun's pale fire
gilds the edge of the world
and slowly drops beneath the ocean,
I let my body absorb the day's
residual warmth--night storage
against the cooler clime of Autumn.
Soon the leaves will fall and cover
the hard ground with a brittle carpet:
the days will steadily shorten
as we approach the temporary death
of Winter. When that frozen time arrives,
I shall survive with the accumulated heat
of Summer sunshine and warmer times.
A contest entry
- Collecting the light by Sonja.
950 points, ended September 22, 2007, 13 entries
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Comments
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Ah we can but live ...
by the memories and hope of eternal summer with its warmth and light. Your poem is written so smoothly and originated from the heart of its fountain.
I loved this. Well done.
Myra
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What a nice beginning of this poem good related with the last line. To leave with or within the past and future warmth. Nice, so nice.
~Sonja~
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Thank you, Sonja, for your welcome comment.
Bill
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