26 September 2006

for the turning leaves

wisecracking laddie
you are the bearer of hope
as winter comes on

what shall we make now
as the days shorten and all
the light turns mellow?

counter of numbers
limner of shadows you know
monochrome stillness

sapient at sunset
we await dark returning
carelessly patient

contrast of autumn
green becomes red yellow brown
then all is naked

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