No, Summer, you can’t —
I’m using my heart right now,
It’s not yours to keep.
Let me go, so I can be
Right where Autumn will find me
Tag: Seasons
Frost Lines
The lines of frost across the leaves
Now deep within my face
And whence the once-brown hair had grown
The frost now takes its place
From Autumn into Winter comes
A chill that changes things
Beneath the dying leaves and frost
A seed
Of new life
Springs
To share is human:
The Barley
The barley’s gotten ripe and full,
The harvest time is here;
The days are turning cold and dry,
The clouds are fleeing from the sky,
And wintertime grows near
The barley fields are thick with grain
For feed and malt and beer:
The days are growing short and wide,
But harvest has our needs supplied,
As wintertime grows near —
The days are colder, gray and slow –
The last few golden grains will go –
The winter will
Be here
