Poems by Aden Lee and Padma, Skylark Press Studio The Chrysanthemum | Page 2

The Chrysanthemum
When autumn’s leaves were sere and drear
And blotched with rings of scarlet black,
When howling gusts had chilled my cheer
My hopes were swept to barren wrack;
My withered dreams, crushed underfoot,
All leafy dust–my dead pursuits.
But when amidst life’s bleak decay

I glimpsed a dauntless, golden bloom,
A glimmering Thought through my dismay
Surged to light which consumed my gloom:
’Twas hope enduring, my delight,
The lone chrysanthemum’s late light!

© Skylark Press Studio 2016

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