Dreams of Yesterday

Written as a Rondeau using Tovli�s Ten Words: Gone, slip, withers, morning, crack, art, trap, flight, tissue

Dreams of Yesterday

All too soon, warm summer's gone,
Autumn's colors aptly drawn;
Remnants of sweet blossoms slip
From beneath each fingertip.
Time takes flight and marches on.

Withers not, that dreamy yawn
Though the frost shall surely spawn
Mornings cold enough to nip
Into memory.

Crack the art of moving on,
Trap life's racing marathon,
Bring back summer at swift clip,
Consume the frost within fall's grip---
Tissue thin are thoughts bygone
Into memory.

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By Sharon Miller Bolander