Post by thatboweryman on Aug 12, 2006 11:53:49 GMT -5
When hours of tiresome summer had grown few,
Each over ripened bud sun-smothered strewn
In ravished fields, where only soft breeze blew
The embers of the vines where life once grew
And rustled amongst pallid, blotchy leaves.
This stifled damsel dazed from yearning for
The fresh, moist kiss of autumn’s lips to free
Her from her ‘clammy cell,’ with open jaw
She inhales, gasping, with each crying plea.
Each breathe of pain, brings regions unexplored,
The rains and rivers, quenching such a thirst
That through iron gates and armies would burst,
These floods and lead periled vessels ashore.
Each over ripened bud sun-smothered strewn
In ravished fields, where only soft breeze blew
The embers of the vines where life once grew
And rustled amongst pallid, blotchy leaves.
This stifled damsel dazed from yearning for
The fresh, moist kiss of autumn’s lips to free
Her from her ‘clammy cell,’ with open jaw
She inhales, gasping, with each crying plea.
Each breathe of pain, brings regions unexplored,
The rains and rivers, quenching such a thirst
That through iron gates and armies would burst,
These floods and lead periled vessels ashore.