Sun failing


The summer sun is failing,

Gold disc paling,

Leaf remembers,

Glowing embers.


Autumn wind is sighing,

Summer dying,

Wise blackbird dines,

Among the vines.


And will you leave me with the sun,

Our love dance done,

Or let love grow

Through winter snow?


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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