Seasons change the man,
Temper the soul,
Would that my understanding
expand,
Too many leaves fall.
Written down the memories,
Trace the veins in every red and
gold,
A year gathers at my feet,
Faded but not gone.
Dust and chill creep about,
Time to reconcile,
Dig deep down now,
To the roots in winter’s night.
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