Friday, September 7, 2012


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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