The Fall

Inexorably Fall has come, gray suffocation in its wake

It desolated verdant fields and silenced chirping by the lake 

It pressed out green and made it run in washed out streaks along the roads

In rivulets  of choked up stone

So silent, empty, drab and grey

thinned vegetation on the way

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The fall sits on the chest of ground

and makes it cough its squeky sound

It suffocates and holds its breath

So brown spreads along the earth

And every spirit that once flowed

No longer soars but falls to earth

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So sad, so empty, such despair

Will green forever be laid bare?

WIll desolation rule forever?

Where is the hope  of better day?

How can one hope, how can one trust?

Amidst the grayness, in the dust?

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The world has seasons, so do souls

Before they thrived and now they froze

The world will wake up and they will

Draw up its warmth and shake the chill

Such souls are precious for they know

The desolation of the Fall

Comments

[Yona]

Beautiful. Pesach is in the spring...