Waning
Come the first frost
The world withers slowly, to die
Come the first frost
After the bloom of summer is lost
When sapphire heavens say goodbye
And balmy winds fade with a sigh
Come the first frost
Mindful Poetry's Form of the Month is Rondelet. See this post for details: http://writing.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474981512418














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(I just penned something for Pam which includes a sapphire sky...mmmmmmmmmmmmmm)
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A fine rondelet at Mindful Poetry's feature page!