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
26 September 2006
for the turning leaves
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