As summer slips away
and fall starts creeping in
I feel the smile fading
and sadness grow within.
The world is slowly dying
just to be reborn again
but I cannot help this feeling
as I’m sulking in my den.
I know the feeling will not last
and hope it disappears
like curling smoke does in the sky
vanishing with my fears.
But alas! Alack! The stain remains
and so I lie in state
my mind awash with darkened thoughts
and bemoan my coming fate.
The change in seasons changes me
despite my wish to not;
so through the foggy window, watch
the flowers dry and rot.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments6
The inevitable change in seasons runs through this poem. Nicely written
Thanks!
You are most welcome
Something many of us are feeling right now. Very well written!
Thank you James!
A very nice and vibrant poem
Thank you!
Damn, Fränz...I know this feeling too well. A SAD survivor here and some falls/winters, surviving can feel damn near impossible. When the daylight starts disappearing, as it currently is, my mood descends with the sun. This hit home, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
We can do this!
I used to welcome summer..until fire season blew up...now I find fall to be a relief
I can understand that!
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