Summer’s Sunlight’s Gone
lonely garden in autumn
the ochre burst of summer
sunlight’s gone, eyes and ears shut
to bluebell tatters (stems & roots)
littering rumpled flower beds
the color flash of nature
once conceived prime appeal
now a wound
searing towards winter
I Was Left in Sad Disgrace
You promised me you would return
when June once more would show its face.
I waited while the June sun burned.
You never did your presence grace.
When June once more would show its face,
I hoped to make you, darling, mine,
but I was left in sad disgrace,
alone to toast our love with wine.
I waited while the June sun burned
the fragile daisies in the park.
Each morn in pain my heart would yearn;
each night my tears I gave the dark.
You never did your presence grace,
though many Junes have come and gone.
You disappeared without a trace
and left me here to carry on.
feeble chirpings of
make me feel lonely.
I could backslide and
never find autumn.