September Comes

By well-wisher

Sun, 01 Sep 2013

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Emerald is the little leaf that hangs upon the tree

and happy is my heart, whenever I am near to thee

but then September comes and that poor leaf must fall below

and my heart too would die if your love ever let it go.

Permalink Submitted by Raef_Boylan on Sun, 2013-09-01 17:08

Short and succinct; tight structure, clear imagery. This is solid verse, I like it.

Permalink Submitted by well-wisher on Sun, 2013-09-01 19:17

Oh, thanks so much Raef. I had a lot of doubts about this poem so your comment has really reassured me. Very glad you liked it.

JoHn