We used to wait for september
And always dreaded
The coming of winter
When all the dead
Seemed to wander.
We used to have september
When red stars fall
In a leafy shower
And all that's left to call
Is the remains of summer.
We used to have september
And bury ourselves
In wooly sweaters
And couldn't have asked
For anything better.
We used to have september
When even the chill
Couldn't smother
The excited trill
Of your laughter.
We used to have september
A world painted in sepia
And a happily ever after,
We had no idea
It will soon be over.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
