Guest Rustic Monk Posted October 9, 2007 Report Share Posted October 9, 2007 By the Summer?s Leave Gabriel Duncan Disappointment leaves a bitter after-taste Like the slow, chilling wind, of autumn?s eve Another summer past, another year gone by Dried and cracked, fallen off the trees Searching through the sticks and leaves I find only the remains Of seasonal amity I trudge forward in the rain Glancing past the fallen oak There stands a maple tree Whose earth has risen Like a first place podium Moting the forest below I climb, clawing at the rocks and leaves And lay gasping in its roots Knotted in its belly Juts a hollowed arm I watch a cardinal sip from its pool And take away no harm As I stretch to take a drop I hear you creak below The promises of next spring Disregarding winter?s blow The maple?s gift is meager I will always grow The maple will someday dry, and die And I will do neither But, by the summer?s leave What does shade mean to me See, he tastes like you Only sweeter . Link to comment
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