Two Autumnal Poems

TWO AUTUMNAL POEMS
By Michael Wear

SCYTHE OF WAX

One Day ...
Outside an open window
I viewed your eyes beteared,
And coral lips betrembled ...
As autumn leaves fell like rain.
Ah, the pearly tears,
Upon your cheeks did roll,
Jewels rich in Ransom,
For the golden face ...
Of your Lover yet to Be.
Like ...
The flower in your vase,
Or Buds of Passion ...
Your Tender Heart set free;
Stiff the price of Beauty,
Paid the Lord of Time ...
To stay his Scythe its Thirst,
Or Antique Pen its Line.
Ah...
But to mine Loving-eye,
You will forever Be ...
The fountainhead of Youth,
And Lordly Time will find,
He's cheated of his fee,
For this, Eye-of-Love ...
Weaves its own Tapestry.

FORGETORY

In the Fall Fluttering leaves,
Like Old Habits dropping,
From solitary trees ...
Bony branches like the finger
Of an Old man pointing.
Winter only Looks like death,
Beneath the bark is green,
Waiting for another Spring
To drop some other habit,
Of Snowfilled landscapes ...
Musing of warm breezes,
And treed birds singing,
Housebuilding among New leaves.
'Tis Memory that Weaves,
New Nests and Old songs,
And Forgetory ...
That Drops old habits,
Like a cloudless sky.