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autumn winds

14 October 2010

Winds blow freely, hints of autumn chill
across the ancient, lonely hill
while water rises in the lake below
like memories of forgotten snows
piled high in winter-time;
words forever locked in rhyme
full-swift, full-swift, the world turns
and in the turning often burns
with passion, with the destruction of blame
but all to often things merely stay the same
(players change, the game resumes);
the winter rye grows, soon to bloom,
and the grasses of the summer die–
too soon, too soon, the dull summer sky
deepens to the darker blue…
and in the struggle to be and to do
we find all our rot is in our will.

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. 14 October 2010 18:21

    Just lovely, sir. Just lovely.

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