Poems by Clare W.
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Flower's Lament
On a silvery cap on an arctic glade
As towering giants ripen with age Make a halt in the wind to grasp a sweet scent Of a blossom's shattering last lament Ashen blankets cover the ground Until one hears the faint little sound A soft little buzz, a glimpse of a leaf Gives us hope and sighs of relief The emerald kings will soon fade to light And we'll know it's time to make an invite Running to the harbor, chipped navy paint Whirling in the ocean, not having to think But oh too soon this will seem to fade To a fusty feel, a solemn gray The once green pastures turn to brown Along with the trees, leaves to the ground Back to school, no more long nights In the parking lot, pondering life Peacefully awaiting the first morning chill As you watch and wait for the season's first frill And there it comes In a powder quite clear As a small white flower cries its last lament
by Clare W. © 2006
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