Fall

 

Respite now that is welcome,

From what was summers tolls,

The lazy, hazy days that tried,

The heart of all mens souls.

 

Long azure days with puffs of white,

Gave no solace at all.,

Just aggravated and prolonged,

And stayed relief of fall.

 

The days when men were listless,

Their movement one more chore,

Listening for the moaning sound,

 Of north wind at their door.

 

They embraced then cool north wind,

And laughed at the retreat,

Of summers stifling hot days,

All filled with blasting heat.

 

They watch summerís departure,

Rejuvenating all,

Transformation of the trees,

To brilliant hues of fall.

 

©  2003  Loree (Mason) OíNeil

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