My Poetry: That Which Is Passing Away

INVITATION ON AN OLD THEME

 

Autumnal moon is coming soon

And meeting would be merry;

To wander afar under frosty stars

Through leafy halls so airy.

 

The night bird sings on twilight wings

Through elf-lit, haunted, darkling woods.

Fireflies flicker as dying weeds whicker

In the westing wind, blowing cool and good.

 

And after talks and songs and walks

Then, hey for home and the festal board!

To eat and drink and laugh and think

That never were there happier lords!

Notes:

Never too satisfied with that last line.