Autumn cries over the delay;
For it seems too many people
Are reading Shakespeare's
Summer romances, which makes
Summer days thrive to stay.
While the leaves hang on tight
To the branches, fighting the winds
With all their might, leaving
The ground bare and it cries,
"No fair, no fair!"
So winter will have to hold off
Longer until autumn falls. Even
You try to claw at the soft earth
Begging the dirt to freeze,
There will be no snow until
The skies turn crystal white,
And let go of the bluish blue.
|
|
|
|