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For A Moment Golden
Days still bright, but shorter now
Trees in their annual decline
The skyline for this moment golden
Say for the stands of pine
Yet this gold wont last forever
Its moment a splendid show
For all too soon it shall be covered
By the arrival of winter snow
Padre
Autumn is running its course and is becoming grayer and damper (at least here in the UK). This poem was penned in September is response to a call for submissions from Whispers and Echoes, to which I am so pleased that it was chosen for publication.
Winter snow? Winter snow? No, Padre, please no. This is East Anglia where snow is scarce (especially on the coast) 🙂
Otherwise, yes, I like it. 🙂
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