Hawaiian Hilltop (Taggard collection)/Dying Away Song

by Genevieve Taggard

DYING AWAY SONG

Mood in a strange country of four seasons.

I left you fields, forlorn—I found you dying;Saw grasses torn,Heard crying.

Leaves in frailty lifted,Now are fallen;Even your dust is siftedWith old pollen.

Autumn, autumn, followsWhere I go:After me, swallows,Then snow.