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Date Posted: 01:42:52 09/11/01 Tue
Author: Peggy
Author Host/IP: 206.97.65.145
Subject: Title: "And The Gods,They Call This Season Autumn"



Title: "And The Gods,They Call This Season Autumn"


Seasons come and seasons go;
like most things in life,
its the same
with people and love,
songs and poems,
most things are built
on an old-ben clock system
and pass away,
but they say some things
are timeless and last and last,
they do not fade.
I do not really know,
as I do not
know about tomorrow,
or the day after that,
tomorrow is as much a
riddle as yesterday
was and still is,
why did this happen
and why did I not do this differently.
This over-ripe season is pretty,
many
orange leaves falling to the ground,
they make a little noise,
a bittersweet sound,
they sing of Eden's blue decay.
Two Young lovers bleed
together red under one white oak tree reading
about Romeo and his Verona walls;
they know deep inside
their love will be better and not end up a
double-edged irony play on some stage,on some page.
The lovers
hold hands writing Autumn Haiku
to each other
then they paste the short words to
the wombs of their heartbeats.
I see the colours of right now
as looking into
a big round "mood ring" the size of the sun
changeing shades,
from purple to crimson and back to green again,
when all is said and sadly done.
Listen to the voices of the gods over in the valley of death
they call out my name
its almost time for me to go,
and the Gods say be fearless poet,
the fall moon is yellow-gold,
the stars are silver-bright,
they also called out my name,
now what was it that they said?
Peggy Meeks-King Copyright ©2001



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