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Autumn's Mourning
The Rococo summer
Breathes its last soft sigh
Into my cocked ear
As russet autumn's
Muted hues settle against the world
Cloaked as mourning
For a friend not yet gone
But as surely lost as the July noon
When sunshine and laughter
Ruled the day
And icy tears seemed
So far distant
Breathes its last soft sigh
Into my cocked ear
As russet autumn's
Muted hues settle against the world
Cloaked as mourning
For a friend not yet gone
But as surely lost as the July noon
When sunshine and laughter
Ruled the day
And icy tears seemed
So far distant
Published 20th Feb 2010
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20th Feb 2010 11:08pm
Rococo is a great choice to portray summer (the fanciest, most decked-out season of display). A muted Autumn (in mourning; how ingenious) is fitting.
The use of seasons and weather, composed against human emotions, give this a great style and depth of feeling.
The use of seasons and weather, composed against human emotions, give this a great style and depth of feeling.
