Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Summer's Waned

The summer's waned
The moon is gone
The frost has settled deep
It licks its chops upon
Our face, the pay for us is steep

Her love is gone
Well passed the tree
Its leaves a dusty pall
For all her strength and
Summer stride, she bows before the fall

I saw you last in weeds so deep
Your feet they shone like brass
You said that word I long to hear
Words muffled in the grass

For Summer’s gone
And love must wait
Untill another clime or state
I wait for you clandestinely
My love, my only bait.

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