Form: Ballade in Dimeter
The seasons turn
At summer’s end
As bonfires burn
The nights descend
Floating leaves wend
Down to the ground
Like a lost friend
They make no sound
Old ones return
As stars ascend
And cauldrons churn
I comprehend
That time will mend
A heart unbound
Good-bye my friend
The only sound
My heart will yearn
As feelings bend
Without concern
I can’t defend
I must ascend
For love has found
My soul’s new trend
Another sound
As new flames burn
On autumn’s ground
I must now turn
To love’s sweet sound
©JG Farmer 2019
A Garret Poet 