Shadows of the trees and nightsgrow longer over the landRock and earth give up their hoarded summer heat;Winds like weaponswhip the leaves aloftto send them sailingin their final gloryuntil cold moans through the winter forestunimpeded;In heartwood deepthe coming summer sleeps. Sept 2011
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