My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Goodbye, my sun

As the leaves burn brown
and rage in a riot of red
The low, winter light losing colour
looking tired and stretched
The sun’s early rising all but forgotten
another life, another time

The soltice shroud of darkness covers all
and the frost fingers;
hard and cold
grip the earth
And its frigid breath
bites the air

As the year ends in a flurry of colour

As the year ends in a flurry of colour

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4 thoughts on “Goodbye, my sun

  1. very renaissance! greetings

  2. Gorgeous poem & photo! The changing of seasons is always a melancholy affair, no? You illustrate it so beautifully. x

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