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The straining rays of the sun nourish
The last of the verdant leaves
For today Flora unfurls to flourish
And my joyous heart begins to grieve

I feel in my soul a dying glow
The emerald gleam beginning to fade
I long for the days when I did know
The comforting cool of a forest shade

The winter is a time of purity
The cleansing of a sleepy world
But I miss the imperfections of viridity
I miss the blooms of life unfurled

This is the last day of deep green
I stretch my olive limbs to the sky
For long this richness won’t be seen
The long days now seem to fly


©Abigail Siegel 2019

MA in Classics: Latin poetry as well as myth and folklore. Writes mostly poetry and book reviews. Part-time Latin tutor:

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