End of Season

Another summer winding to its end,
Its half-achieved ambitions softly ease
Into a sort of sleep. What now my friend?
What should we do now cold winds start to tease?
The days curl shorter into colder nights,
That lengthen over balding trees, we feel
Our petals wilting, dawning duller sights
Ooze from the horizon to tread their heel.
Life is not one season, we must take
Birth blossom and decay as all one song,
Singing all the verses we can to make
Our contribution to what we belong.
The spring of autumn shall advance, be brave,
For we cannot defeat time’s tidal wave.

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