Summer blossoms wither, in death they hide, <br />Light will go into dark and disappear; <br />Growth fades away with some early premiere, <br />Of few seeds that with the winter collide. <br />Dark the world rises for light is denied, <br />All what in this summer had become so dear; <br />Into forgotten thoughts now turns unclear, <br />Only to memory they become close tied. <br />Like this - our life and everything that gives birth, <br />Without no rest it comes and grows to run, <br />And plays in spring and early summer morn. <br />Gets colored and assorted to the earth, <br />Like the flowers - fresh that grow in the sun, <br />Till again it'll be like the seeds - airborne.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-147-summer-blossoms-wither/
