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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

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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.

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Dying Song 

feeble chirpings of

late-summer crickets

make me feel lonely.

I could backslide and

never find autumn.

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