Gold Poem by Lazarus Knix
Gold
Autumn’s sleepless anarchy,
Burns within my soul,
The green of youth has left in me,
And given way to gold.
The placid birds of warmth retreat,
The Black Bear dozes on his beat,
The leaves of bliss that time had kept,
Chatter with knowledge, questions, death.
The soil of tranquility,
Has hardened in the cold,
The green of youth has left in me,
And given way to gold.
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4/15/2024 11:51:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a nice instrospection...well presented and beautifully written...great piece.....10 (see my poem ' Always ' let me see if it will touch your heart too like the others -thanks)