The sun has shined its brightest
to the joy and woes of many.
Some thrilled by the sight of it
while rest shied away in scrutiny.
That’s a sign, because
Summer has gone!
So, let the winter morning air come in.
Mercury played truant enough
creating its own bridge of sweat and sighs.
None were thrilled by the scorching heat
as relief was far from nigh.
That’s a reason to celebrate, because
Summer has gone!
So, let the winter morning air come in.
Done plenty just your own way
but were you learning?
Look at yourself from
another man’s sterling.
It’s time to welcome a change, because
Summer has gone!
So, let the winter morning air come in.
Written at 8 am on 21.10.2012 sensing the smell of winter in the air
to the joy and woes of many.
Some thrilled by the sight of it
while rest shied away in scrutiny.
That’s a sign, because
Summer has gone!
So, let the winter morning air come in.
Mercury played truant enough
creating its own bridge of sweat and sighs.
None were thrilled by the scorching heat
as relief was far from nigh.
That’s a reason to celebrate, because
Summer has gone!
So, let the winter morning air come in.
Done plenty just your own way
but were you learning?
Look at yourself from
another man’s sterling.
It’s time to welcome a change, because
Summer has gone!
So, let the winter morning air come in.
Written at 8 am on 21.10.2012 sensing the smell of winter in the air
Ah! Beautiful... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the encouragement, Ragini. So if I were to ask you what style of poetry writing would you classify this in? Complex? Simple? Deep? I am making these up as I write but would love to hear your thoughts.
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