THUS YIELDING TO AUTUMN'S FINALITY

“MARGARET”, ONCE AGAIN…

Written by Lisa Porter-Grenn, M.D.

Margaret yields to grieving

Over nature’s gold now leaving.

Leaves, like the sands of time,

“YOU”

Cannot alter,

Come now … [CAN  you?]



 

 

 

 

See… should bare limbs bring candor,

Parting earthly veils that pander;

By and by,

Through cautious sighs,

Though dreams of winsome treasures lie:

She thus grieves

[And knows why].

 

 

Still, no matter what the name,

Fall resumes its coldest game.

No mouth, [no], nor words

Can half exclaim,

Why fallow trees

All bend the same.

 

  ‘Tis the blight our souls were born for;

It’s life’s sweetness that we mourn for.