Please register or login to continue

Register Login

AUTUMN
AUTUMN

AUTUMN

billyyoutwo1billyyoutwo1

AUTUMN.

THE SUN DOES LIE,

LOW IN THE SKY.

SHORT DAYS,

SHADOW THE WAYS.

DIFFERENT, FROM MAY'S.

SEE, THE SLEEPY BEE.

THE HUM OF HIS WINGS,

MADE HEAVY, BY THE CHILL,

WILL, MAKE HIM SLOTHFUL.

I APPROACH,

YET HE DOES NOT STIR.

I COULD CRUSH HIM,

AS HE SLUMBERS THERE.

TO YOUR HOME, NOW, SLEEPY BEE.

THE SEASON HAS TAKEN YOUR FLIGHT.

FOR AS WELL IT MIGHT.

AND, THE MIDGES, AND THE DRAGONFLY ARE OVER THE BROOK.

AND WITH SHORT LIFE, THEY DIE.

TO THE GLEE OF THE FISHES BELOW.

RIPE CATCHINGS, THEY WILL MAKE.

INTO THEIR EXISTENCE, THEY WILL TAKE.

THANK YOU, FAILED WINGS.

THAT SUCCULENCE, TO THEM, BRINGS.

AND THE KINGFISHER SINGS.

Recommend Write a ReviewReport

Share Tweet Plus Reddit
About The Author
billyyoutwo1
billyyoutwo1
About This Story
Audience
All
Posted
23 Feb, 2018
Words
114
Read Time
<1 min
Rating
No reviews yet
Views
255

Please login or register to report this story.

More Stories

Please login or register to review this story.