Stephanie Says:

This blog is where I post my poems, when I remember or when I find scraps of paper from years ago. The date I post a poem usually has nothing to do with the date I wrote it!
I feel like poetry is discovered, rather than written, and I like to find it and share it. It's kind of like archaeology - you can unearth a good poem and learn something from it. But you didn't really write the poem yourself, you just provided the medium through which the poems can show themselves to the world. At least, that's what it feels like to me.

Tuesday 11 November 2008

Night

When every colour turns to brown
When every leaf is on the ground
When clouds obscure once starry skies
We know that our friend Autumn dies

The wretched cold and ceaseless rain
The callous wind that roars in pain
The sun and birds retreat in fright
For this is the unending night.
by Stephanie Category:
Posted at 11:08

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this is beautiful miss stephanie.
xx

13 November 2008 at 18:59

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