2008-10-11
well, in the words of robert frost....
outside it's a beautiful day
autumn auburn richly honey
but i've learned
unwittingly, unwillingly
that nothing gold can stay.
i still ache
when i glimpse your silhouette
how could i forget
but nothing gold can stay.
the autumn will not remain.
fall, fall from grace, with grace
i'm not looking for your face
but when i see it,
same familiar rise and fall
but the fall part, most of all.
leaves flourish bright
but their fate is to crunch up
brittle under my step.
yes nothing gold can stay
and so alone my longing remains.
leesah-likes at 2:48 p.m.