Though Leaves May Die--By Marcus Omer--United States

Though Leaves May Die

When leaves were green and love was new,
our passion flowed with zest.
We yielded in true love debut,
a hunger marked our quest.

We filled the cup in youthful reign,
believed our prime was life's champagne.

When leaves were green and love was new,
to licit nights belong.
We lingered where the warm breeze blew,
believed no right, no wrong.

Those fickle days flew quickly by;
their fleeing made the night-wind sigh.

When leaves were green and love was new,
the depth we did not know.
Capricious days we bid adieu,
they fade with afterglow.

Though leaves may die, we drink again,
these golden years be our refrain.

Marcus Omer got serious about writing after he retired in 1997. He draws his inspiration from the many emotions we experience in life. He has published Of Sunshine and Clouds with iUniverse and The Winding Road with Shadow Poetry. He’s also published in Snippets, The Magic of Words and several issues of Golden Words.