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Hostilities affirmed too soon,
Cold skirmishes of frost lay near,
New casualties some gold lay strewn,
Small signs show struggles most severe.
Too quick this sight since last campaign,
Used up we watched the healing spring,
Yet here again are newly slain,
As birds, do gather on wild wing.
Oh why do months more quickly pass,
And I less set with each New Year,
Where every battle does harass,
When young I welcomed with a cheer.
I guess defeat once more ordained,
Cold wintry storms mixed ice and snow,
I do not wish it be explained,
For I wish not to really know.
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Yet I consider all I see,
And try to fathom what I must,
For rationale among debris,
A great deal more than dust to dust.
Their struggles bleed in colors warmed,
Strong limbs go bare fast shedding cloak,
To ground they lay in death transformed,
Warm whirling winds seem to provoke.
With dead laid deep they are not gone,
But rest for yet another day,
Till in their stead new rise one dawn,
Fresh growth gains force from Nature's tray.
I see new autumns near aligned,
Where as red leaves I too will fall,
For as this life fiercely entwined,
Too soon may I brightly enthrall.
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Autumn...
Wandika
September 8th, 2008
Silver trophy winner
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s and best wishes always... ~genie~
