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Fall is the preamble for winterÂs dooming
by Aaron HowardMorning is whispering at my ears
Sunbeams have come on it, glimmer off the empty beers
Wind rushing past my hair, bristling my brain
As the trees slowly start to wane..
Leaves turing amber shades, to rot away the winter
Where that acorn will someday evolve into a splinter
Summer fades like the kiss of a forgotten highschool crush
Until we realize that weve come to miss, too much..
Then love comes back around, and its green and blooming
Without the dark thoughts of falls winter dooming..
10/13/2003 Author's Note: I wrote this as a quick reply to the changing seasons...Im horribly uninspired so far...
Posted on 10/13/2003
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/13/03 at 10:58 PM I feel the same, but at least you're writing something...from this I suspect it could be Seasonal Affective disorder? :@) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 10/13/03 at 10:58 PM ...and I promise, I won't read the 'other' one |
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