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Turning
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Seasonal Poetry
Awakening in foggy night
with grey, before the dawn brings light,
which chills one's soul and veils my eyes;
I hear their tears as each leaf cries
and falls to earth sailing
from sight.
Although each year it is the plight
of those who take that final flight
but nature rules and each one dies
awakening
the cycle as the chill winds bite
and bid each red and golden kite
a sad goodbye,Winter applies
an icy shroud of white disguise
‘til seeds of Spring begin her rite,
a wakening.
