Colors – Orange and Brown

do you the old leaves think to love
or it always spring
that is to you the passion time
when love is everything?

do you the old ones seek to hold
or chase the latest sight,
and let go of the warmest hands
as though you had

the right?

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant