Young Writers Society

I'm probably going to post most of my entries on my blog at work.php?id=100963

Here's a submission: work.php?id=100963

I'll post my favorites here. If you take at peek at mine, I'll take a peek at yours!

for april 15th. still needs work, no title, would love suggestions!

She sang a song of summer,
though old the year had grown;
She bid the birds to stay a while
in her yet-unfaded realm.
‘Twas long before the dying --
The Dying of November.

Hints of frost hung in the air;
The birds a warning cried,
But the sun, still slyly smiling,
swore against their baleful bawl.
Thus began what always comes --
The Dying of November.

Death dark clouds came rolling in;
She tried to blow them back.
The birds fled, swift, away from her
and wailed back woeful songs.
So became a certainty
The Dying of November.

Winter came with icy wings,
and chilled her to the bone.
She lay alone and watched the snow
falling down and hiding her.
Bare trees mourned the ending of
The Dying of November.

December, March, and June showed,
each fair in their own time.
But soon the dark October nights
Gave way to kinglets and pampas.
Thus began what always comes --
The Rising of November.