</>The flowers are now shattered <br />Their thorns bleed the rose <br />A Basket full of withered Daisies <br />Where the wild sunflower still grows; <br /> <br />'Tis a backfall of listless last days <br />Oh, the grey simply swallows you <br />Gone are the blistering days of Summer <br />As Autumns amber breaks in anew; <br /> <br />The shadows growing e'er longer <br />Gold and russet leaves fly away <br />Surounded by temporary graves for the Tulip <br />No where for the Meadow Lark to play; <br /> <br />The morn ' air carries its crispness <br />While the dew, too soon, becomes frost <br />Woeful cries stir from all of Nature <br />In mourning, for Summer Days, now lost; <br /> <br /> <br />November 2,2011 <br /> <br />By: Theodora Onken<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-summer-elegy/
