they bring the chill
to pull off summertired leaves
to suck the breath off warmer lakes
I learned the seasons by my heart
they know on how to play their part
as stars wipe out the evening glow
then chased by sun with light in tow
it brings the mists
to stroke off all the wilted vines
to push the birds towards the South
I gathered years in broken jars
locked them far behind soul’s bars
as age removes the trace of youth
followed by the aches of truth
it brings the dusk
to cover up the dog day’s heat
to tell the fields they now must shiver
I sailed through time on borrowed boats
forgot to look for beacon’s coasts
as people loot and leave my sorrows
replacing old for new tomorrows
Eva, this is very beautiful… with love, Cindy
Dear Cynthia – thank you so much for your kind words!
I very much enjoyed the transformation of the seasons – from one moving on to the next… 🙂
Thank you so much! 🙂
Thank you ! 🙂
WE MAKE QUITE A GROUP OF AUTUMN BALLADIERS, DON’T WE ALL??? 🙂 GOOD STUFF, YOURS!!!
Thank you so much Jonathan 🙂
Thank you for reblogging Jonathan 🙂
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
IT IS THAT TIME TO REFLECT!
Beautiful transformation of life’s stages .Great poem.Thank You Eva for stopping by.My regards.jalal
Thank you for reading and liking my poem too!
Thank you so much!
thank you so much :-)!
I gathered years in broken jars… that’s so well put.
Indeed, the years fly and with them goes youth.
thank you so much, yes indeed, it all flies by a little too fast 🙂