“ Taking Leave ” ~ on autumn’s eve ~

 

Wouldst take my leave

On autumn’s eve,

When hue of winter

Finds fall perceives,

Fashion a whisper

Of winter’s weave,

Will have us surrender

To the pallor it conceives!

                                                         ode to a passing summer

 

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“ The Wind ” ~ that whispers ~

 

Listen to the wind,

Softly whisper

Its chagrin,

Anxious tales

Harbouring sins

Of men for sale,

Who wile us in,

Won’t hesitate

On but a whim

To devastate,

Hid in the whispers

Of an angry wind…

 

Thus as wind wails

In mock reply,

A sadly echo

Of tortured cry,

Tells be destined

Meant soon to die,

While a final whisper

Be the wind’s good-bye!