This song is NOT about getting drunk, contrary to what my brother tells me. I wrote this poem, CreationScribe; I wrote this poem. This poem is about the first few weeks of autumn. Lines 1-4 are about finally making it to and tasting autumn, which is my favorite season. (This is also echoed in line 13.) Lines 5-8 basically repeat this, using the images of the beautiful music of a celeste, the sea, and the dawn. Lines 9-11 describe summer's falling away into nothingness. Line 12 is my first feeling those elements of Autumn which, after Summer, may be unpleasant. Line 13-15 say that, despite the cold of winter which always seems to steal away some of autumn, this season is still worth it and lovely in all of the senses. Enjoy! First Impressions I trod across the distance, And slipped into the wine. I flew above the instance, Ate of my father’s vine. The celeste we dreamt of My hands now dream upon. The seas of our long-slept love, Flow deeply from the dawn. And while the summer fire Descends into a tone Beyond the range of any lyre, I feel the cold awaken in my bones. It’s all that we desired it to be - still, it is the mind behind our moans. - And worth every shiver.
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