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Autumn’s Fall into Winter’s Frost
by Giancarlo N. H. Gonzaga
In the early autumn, in orange falling leaves,
Silent remained harrows, hidden in heartwood hollows,
Shining were kindred flames
Illuminating and gloaming a gladdening glade lush in loam
Made to be home by sapling, slim and supple, soon smiling
Nature’s spirited silver river ran recourse
Around the sapling growing strong, ‘round rosebush beckoned to full bloom
Yellow golden turned its leaves, as autumn dawned to daylight break
Rathe the tree grew, rash remembrances the tree slowly slew
Merrily we caroused, in chilly wind from the victorious hill,
Augured none this be green and fell
Letting faithless silence slide was our silent knell
Dusk came to taint the light, to blight the night
Night, night so dark, so pestilent, retarding and turning away little tree began
And fast undone was my fond fecundity frightenedly frightfully fostered
The ichor of lightning courses through my veins
And my golden tree was struck in twain
Never stronger did I rue, the day sapling kindness slew
Goodbye, good night, one last time
Night, night so dark, say all fell evermore
And yet, perchance lies rosy tree in full bloom
Yonder in the icy gloom, mirage awaiting me to reassume
I had originally intended to submit this for the PMC Fall Festival, but due to some personal difficulties (some of which you may glean from the poem), I missed it.
by Giancarlo N. H. Gonzaga
In the early autumn, in orange falling leaves,
Silent remained harrows, hidden in heartwood hollows,
Shining were kindred flames
Illuminating and gloaming a gladdening glade lush in loam
Made to be home by sapling, slim and supple, soon smiling
Nature’s spirited silver river ran recourse
Around the sapling growing strong, ‘round rosebush beckoned to full bloom
Yellow golden turned its leaves, as autumn dawned to daylight break
Rathe the tree grew, rash remembrances the tree slowly slew
Merrily we caroused, in chilly wind from the victorious hill,
Augured none this be green and fell
Letting faithless silence slide was our silent knell
Dusk came to taint the light, to blight the night
Night, night so dark, so pestilent, retarding and turning away little tree began
And fast undone was my fond fecundity frightenedly frightfully fostered
The ichor of lightning courses through my veins
And my golden tree was struck in twain
Never stronger did I rue, the day sapling kindness slew
Goodbye, good night, one last time
Night, night so dark, say all fell evermore
And yet, perchance lies rosy tree in full bloom
Yonder in the icy gloom, mirage awaiting me to reassume
I had originally intended to submit this for the PMC Fall Festival, but due to some personal difficulties (some of which you may glean from the poem), I missed it.
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