Watching as you leave…
August, you brought lots of sunshine,
Must I say goodbye?
I am not looking forward
To those Fall days
Of less sun and shorter days
That September brings.
Oh, that Summertime would linger
Instead of running away.
Choka
Tag: lament
Tree’s Lament
I am a tree
I am a living thing
I hurt when fire touches me
I am a tree
From fire i cannot flee
Nor any protection bring
I am a tree
I am a living thing
Triolet
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 