Amateur Poetry
   
Title:  Changing Of A Season Author:  Jazzman
Date Written:  September 1998 Comments:  Click on the  to send your feedback or comments.  The author welcomes your email.
   
Jack comes to my window now,
Tapping on my pane.
I do not know when, why and how,
Or how long he'll remain.
 
He seems to be more quiet now,
A stillness just like death.
But I know he drops by somehow,
I feel it in his breath.
 
Some say if I see him,
Give him their regards.
And they wouldn't like to be him,
In the changing of the guards.
 
Yet others like to question,
For no apparent reason.
They hate the mere suggestion,
Like the changing of a season.
 
© Copyright D.R.Xander 9/98
   
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