_Leaves curled tight within clear pools _

_Summer’s glow leaves scarlet mark _

_Fades as coolness hardens bark _

_Dons a winter coat on mules _

_Farmers harvest rusting tools _

_Sun bows slowly into dark _

_Sings the last song does the lark _

_Cold breathes death in frailing fools _

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_Moon shine brighter, wax each night _

_Sun bleeds last its golden light _

_Wind indues a harsh clean bite _

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_Dying warmth within your hands _

_Coat I weave from fraying strands _

_Bubbling hot our pots and pans _