Focus on Frame!
Autumn – Janet Frame
The gate to the wood is closed, said Summer.
Take the path over the pond,
kill the daffodils.
The old men sat wrapped in greaseproof paper.
We are not afraid, they said.
Be shrewd, be whistling.
We are tired of picking locks and seasons.
All thing yellow stream beyond our eyes
I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.
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