The rose weeps a tear
For the close of the year.
Leaves whisper the turn
While bonfires burn
Their memories of kinder times,
And swallows yearn for warmer climes.
Spring hopes are flayed
As bitter winds lash
False memories.
Promises made
Blacken to ash.
They shiver and weep,
Fearing winter's long sleep.
Things Coming To An End
Autumn Memories
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2016 with permission of the Author.
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