To All Who Forget Or Deny

Fear & shivers wrack my frame
Every year about this time,
When dour thoughts afflict my mind,
And heart, and so my gentle rhyme.
Most everything is dying here,
For fall has come to close the year.
Summer diversions & summer-time games
Distract us until summer’s gone,
When all feel older, for we see

Another winter’s coming on.
And fruits of life are taken in
Which came of purity or sin.
this time of harvest, and of death,
Presents reminders every year,
He’ll pass our way, and though we fight
Grim death itself will persevere.
When fruit grows heavy on the limb
The harvester must take it in.
For hope ‘gainst Death is futile hope
Which stands against true Hope itself
To mock both it, & all who forget
The fleeting nature of the self.
One’s life must end, though life goes on,
For harvests come when summer’s gone.

About Steven M. Sloan

Prof. Steven M. Sloan is a scholar, teacher, and poet who has been widely anthologized, as well as widely published in poetry magazines, journals, and newspapers. He is a graduate of the University Of Wisconsin – Whitewater (where he was a member of the Editorial Board for its poetry publication: The Muse), and is also a graduate of the University Of Wisconsin – Madison. he has done many different jobs including college prof., factory worker, swimming instructor & lifeguard, as well as working in cancer research. He is the author of Multiple books or pamphlets of poetry & remains committed to the art. The editor of Columbia Publications has said of him that he is, “a talented poet” whose work, “touches upon many topics and emotions,” and that, “his imagery is characteristically spectacular, as well as thought evoking (Lana M. Wegeng, Editor).” Dana Minor, Editor of the poetry journal: Sublime Odyssey, has said that, “Sloan has a definite capacity for ringing phrases.” Ester Cameron, Editor of The Deronda Review, & The Neovictorian, has said that at their best his lyrics, “have almost a 17th century quality, like Lovelace, Herrick, or Suckling.” He currently lives in Kenosha, Wisconsin.

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