Seasonal Reflection
chilling air, breeze that blows
falling leaves of last repose
acorns drop while squirrels delight
harvest moon soothes the night
you and I 'neath that moon
once upon a time did spoon
but now the years have quickly passed
and I alone await winter's blast
cold and white as my hair has turned
fingers and toes frozen burn
no one to hold me close to warm
while time marches indeed to harm
what was young and dear-- a sweetheart's bliss
now bent and chilled by autumn's kiss
in the hours that may not be
my heart goes out to my love, tis thee.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-10-03 at 05:04
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