Summer's Gone
By fergo
Fri, 18 Sep 2009
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Summer’s gone
The Sun is dead
Down the village paths do tread
The Hounds of Winter—
A cold moon shines
And spiteful Frost
Does plan his vengeance
For time once lost
Whipping Wind, icy breath—
Herald of the dreaded Storm,
Bringer of snow and death,
As Light fades and there is no Dawn
So the seasons spin—
There is no end
Or so, at least, we must pretend
But we all fear
As Frost is near
And Storm begins
Does the world still spin?
Is this the last we see
Of summer, and are our dreams
Blown away by icy wind?
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Hi Fergo, I was inspired by
Hi Fergo,
I was inspired by your piece to write a simpler, more child like poem.
I'm not sure why...
but here it is.
Summer’s gone
The Sun is dead
The Hounds of Winter
Down the paths do thread
A cold moon shines
And spiteful Frost
Does plan his vengeance
For the warmth he lost
Whipping Wind,
Icy breath—
Bringer of snow
And sudden death.
Shrieking Herald
Of the dreaded Storm,
It eats the light
And steals the dawn
Now Frost is here
He paints all white
Storm brings fury
And we take fright
Does the world still spin?
Will the light return?
Will the snow all melt?
Have we wood to burn?
Frozen dreams
Now wait for Spring
When Sun reborn
melts everything.
When hearts are glad
When faces smile
For Summer follows
In a little while.
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Oh, hello Fergo. That was
Oh, hello Fergo.
That was quick :O)
I don't write poetry nowadays but your poem somehow caught my imagination and I felt the need to rearrange it into a simpler version -
I'm very pleased you don't mind :O)
I'm off to read more of your stuff now - I promise not to use it to write any more poems though ;o)
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