Cold, Lonely

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The sun has a special intensity this time of year
As if she knows that if she did not shine today:
A “if not now, then when” mentality
To squeeze every last ounce of romance
From this brief affair, before she is gone
And we are alone with harsh winter, again.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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End of Season

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This is the forgotten time
Before the fall
That solemn quietude
After the revellers have returned
To their homes.
Before autumn blazes
In a cavalcade of colours
That signify a multitude
Of tiny silent deaths.
This forgotten time
Of the first chill,
Before the real chill
Envelops us in its breath.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Fragile

Day 28 of my review of the last twelve months and a poem about the fragility of life …

Made of sticks and stones

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Butterfly flutters
In the early autumn sun,
Holding on to life.

When forever is just a day
Every wingbeat matters.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Deluded

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Why is the rain cold,
What does the sky contain
For us, is it the future foretold.
Is the sun up there
Swaddled in blankets of cloud.
Does the sun care, has it departed.
Is it a stone hearted deserter
Run away from our worries,
Our directionless scurry. Back and forth,
Avoiding individual raindrops
But drenched by the downpour.
 
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Fragile

Butterfly flutters
In the early autumn sun,
Holding on to life.

When forever is just a day
Every wingbeat matters.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Forever is Falling

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The petals are falling,
The leaf turns brown,
Seems the world is dying
As the rain comes down.
This illusion is over
It could never last,
With a garland of roses for the loser
Forever summer has past.
I feel the world is drowning.
On and on, the rain falls down.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Haunting Season

I’m lost
To the four winds,
Scattered ashes,
Windblown leaves on an autumn breeze.
Longing to be a memory that makes it
Through the darkness of this dying season
That’s forever haunting me.
 
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Chill

Chill comes the night
That creeps in autumn’s shadow.
First frost, as gentle as a kiss,
Covers the land in stardust icing.
While in the bitter dawn a weakling sun
Sheds light on a frigid world left weeping.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.