Thursday, August 2, 2012

Cygnus Sorrow

With such fair grace, the amber light
had filled the chalice-sky of spring
and touched the swan as she took wing,
departing in serene and stoic flight.

But why leave just as the warmer clime
had settled in and expelled the cold,
when all is a dazzle of green and gold,
a triumph over the wintertime?

Yet there she goes with graceful head
pointed towards the northern hills,
to pursue the lingering winter-chills
that from the joys of spring had fled.

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