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AutumnShe smelt like the burning of fire-My foolish heart’s desire-Yet the hint of impending decaySeemed more noticeable each passing day.At first her hair fell like scorching tongues of flameAnd it appeared impossible to tame,While the setting sun took much prideIn adding to her blazing stride.Beneath the veil of her confident presenceWere fleeting remnants of this fervent essence.Although her actions spoke only of vigorHer smoldering eyes betrayed eventual wither.Near the end I was afraid she might be goneFrom a breath that was just a little too strong.And that even touches most gentleWould be her last chances to kindle.And she did eventually stray,For winter came, and took her away…
I Once Asked A TreeI once asked a tree, 'How tall will I grow?'Even though it said nothingI suspected it would know.For surely if somethingAbout trees could be told,Aside from their own heightAnd their leaves that turn gold,It would be their wise insightOn such matters as these.While I stood there patientlyWith the hopes it would pleaseThe fathomless depths of my curiosity,Many moons did brightly wane,Countless suns did slowly rise,And when I tired again to explain,I was far too old to reprise.