November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 30

As sure as night will fall and slowly blend

In with the dawning day, as sure as fall

Will lay her weapons down and cease to fend

Off winter, and the foes embrace, and all

The seasons come to pass, each in its turn

As sure as hungry hearts will ever yearn

If only for a glimpse of that July

That used to burn within them, that they failed

To keep, as sure as from the truths we try

To grasp, but one old truth will have prevailed

When all the days of ours are through and gone

As sure as life will end, love will go on.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides

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November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 29

Hold on to autumn, to this fragile ray

The sun has reached you with, it will not last

This free fall of November, time won’t stay

Suspended what’s to come and what has passed

Between, so hold them close, these final hours

Still clinging to the calendar, for ours

Are those short-lived bright moments that we touch

Without a hope of keeping them, they fleet

And yet remain, and reappear with such

Stark clarity, it sweeps us off our feet

When in the midst of winter’s endless plain

We glimpse our autumn, falling once again.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides

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November 2014 Poem-A-Day Chapbook Challenge: Day 28

It comes as news, although you do expect

It will arrive one day, some distant hour

Way, way too soon it shows up to collect

The things we owned, or thought we did, to our

Most genuine bewilderment… our eyes

We can’t believe, we didn’t recognize

The signs that all were there, albeit concealed

Of seasons melting into seasons, fall

Is drawing to a close, her fate is sealed

And chilling mirrors prove you can not stall

The hands of that unyielding giant clock

But then you find that stealthy cruel tick-tock

Has a nice rhythm to it, and your heart

In unison with it starts ticking, and

The seasons past and current play their part

And what is bound to happen, near-at-hand

Chimes in, and time slows down as you embrace

The crow’s-feet on the fair-skinned winter’s face.

Live for the Love of it,

Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")

prompted by Poetic Asides

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