Friday, September 11, 2009

Scrap

As summer starts to swiftly leave
beyond all hope of spring’s reprieve
an autumn shudder lends a hint
of winter’s unforgiving stint—

auspicious omens can’t predict
what deviation will be picked
to flourish for another blink
while former failures face the brink.

The epochs come then glumly go,
stagnation tends to settle slow,
the seasons change, but just in name
the struggle always stays the same.

4 comments:

Dimps said...

Hello,

Fantastic way to end the creation...
"the seasons change, but just in name
the struggle always stays the same"

Very beautifully composed.

Regards,
Dimple
http://poemshub.blogspot.com

Shirley said...

This is indeed beautiful. Sorry I haven't commented but I'm back to work and like yourself, BUSY! How about another one? I've worn this one out! :)

Ben Gage said...

the struggle is always the same and poetry reminds us how to survive it....

rch said...

my obligatory fall poem :D