Death's kiss is on our door step,
The time to wilt and whither away
Has come to greet us
In a sad decay.
The days grow short.
The nights grow long.
The darkness is upon us,
To sing a final song.
A chill in the air that
Seeps down to the bone.
Its time hide away,
Within the warmth of home.
Death's kiss is on our door step,
The time to wilt and whither away
Has come to greet us
In a sad decay.
*Author's Note: I wrote this while sitting at the bus stop waiting for my bus, so I didn't have much time to really put effort into it. But still, I feel good to write poetry again after not writing any for so long. Then again, Autumn time tends to inspire me a but more than summer.
Comments (2)
I FELT THAT LAST STANZA IN MY BONES MOON
GOOD! I'M SO GLAD!