A September Silence

A day there came. Without a sound
The first leaf fluttered to the ground.

A stillness in an evening gloom
Fell like a crumpled faded bloom.

A past drifts through a tired brain
With silence of an autumn rain.

An aching pain, past mutterings,
Is hushed beneath gray folded wings.

For love one April day was born,
And ceased to breathe September morn.

Kansas Poets
Edited by May William Ward
(New York: Henry Harrison. 1935)
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