Poem of Autumn <br /> <br />It is getting dark… <br /> I feel the cold; <br /> The snuffing out of the light <br />By a prim butler in long tails <br /> And a white glove. <br /> A long, wooden pole <br /> With a burnished cup, that chokes the last flame <br /> Of Summer, <br /> from a gas-lit lamp. <br /> <br /> It is night now, <br /> <br /> All souls to their bedposts, <br /> Time for most to go to sleep, <br /> And some, to quietly weep in their pillows. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />John Tansey 9.20.7 <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey<br /><br />John Tansey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-of-autumn/
