Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Spat with summer

The sun shines bright,
I am gray within
The breezy world beckons
My legs immovable lead
The cheery chirping
While I wallow in quiet
The joyous awakening
I choose to give a miss
I wait in patient gloom
For the apathetic autumn  
Mirroring my own ennui
Preview to the forbidden frost.

"I had a lover's quarrel with the world."
- The epitaph on Robert Frost's grave.

1 comment:

  1. Hmm, I wouldn't call autumn apathetic. But it's a clever poem.:)


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