Scarecrow Poem by Naveed Khalid

Methinks not in vain of what to my mind still so bright,
of another rent at midnight lease in waking hour;
that e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind by beauty more
than by what I write of eyes so blind to my age-old love,
this world that grows to eternal bliss through e'eryday happenings;
of snow-capped myrtle upon Minerva's golden brow!
oft worn-out by time in the mellowing year of spring,
alas, too, shall but wither to a fawning bay at my door,
barred of such looks at heaven's gate, my bride,
that in solemn strain this barren rhyme to a falling star
against that forfeited dark, opes a garden unto my unweird eye,
more temperate than darling buds of May in my bed of crimson joy:
the last dance of happy shades upon the strand of still waters,
goes soaring high above the dale in silent hours of the night.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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