APATHY AND OBLOQUY (A Poetic Attempt)
From these soul-fraught summer hours
The vague palliations of wasted-time
Moments lost in listless regression
My muse the silent recession to
The yester-fogged frame of time
Still manifest in mind.
Where the winter-due blanched
The bleak fallen courtyard
And absconded the youth in
Apathy and obloquy
The craven lots fain effaced with crestfallen specter
Of ground grown gaunt with waxing winter
But alas a russet crevice stands align
Immune, countervailed by nigh
And though morrow makes
For barren timber bows,
Tremble-frost falling free
From bluster-blown weeping canopies
One humble crest of walls and windows, upholds the summer flurry
Of dreamy souls, where elsewhere
Sinks the world to destit slumber,
The somber cessation of
earth and youth outdoors.
Wander not beyond these doors,
Lest the yearly night befall you
And muted shall your muse be evermore.
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