Lost,
Amidst numberless, fallen leaves
The poet sees
The cost
Of it all.
Nymphs play in Autumn’s sun.
Winter must come.
And the poet sees
Half-forgotten leaves,
Whirled by passion’s passing breeze.
Lost,
Amidst numberless, fallen leaves
The poet sees
The cost
Of it all.
Nymphs play in Autumn’s sun.
Winter must come.
And the poet sees
Half-forgotten leaves,
Whirled by passion’s passing breeze.
Lovely imagery, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m pleased you like the imagery in my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
Beautiful 🍁 🍂
Ingrid. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
So very beautiful, Kevin.
Thank you for your lovely comment, Lucy. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin