383 Fruitless Plea Sept. 2010

Posted on March 4, 2016 by Ken Greenman

No!
Please.
Not yet the Fall.
Spring slipped swiftly by.
Summer, but a sigh.
Now trees trade their green
for yellows, russets.
First frost fell hard just yesterday.
Canada Geese call.
Soon comes winters gray.
Crystal coffin waits for
the long, long dark.
Mother not alone in Her
deep, deep sleep.
Please, not yet,
the Fall.

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