The Season of the Sun Has Passed

The Season of the Sun Has Passed

A Poem by P.S.

The season of the sun has passed.

the once all-important, omnipresent,

bright, heavy, brutal sun,

which kills eyes and burns flesh

has been replaced.


Now the glorious, rusty, sweet, crisp leaves

have taken center stage.

They fall, leaving

blackish-brown, twisted tree limbs, bare

to the harsh elements


Serenely they float,


Dancing over still-fresh grass

which weeps with the knowledge

that sooner than not

It will be dead as the performers above it.

© 2011 P.S.

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Added on October 19, 2011
Last Updated on October 27, 2011
Tags: fall, autumn, change, seasons, weather, leaves, winter, foliage, colors, trees, sun, season, summer, vermont, bright, colorful, beautiful
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