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This year tumbling down, now, fallen like broken leaves elderberry boughed with fruit in the shortening bosom-bursting chestnut days before the gentle fading with old crow knitting her coat of twigs against northing wind and low-slung sepia sun slanting through misty-eyed morn reluctant to rise so soon to walk again sleep-stumbling to an early bed through the congregation of the dark whose vigil will hold, now, meek and mighty alike against new rising of pale blue-eyed dawn as from one equinox to the next life holds in trust the timeless truth of this turning (On Autumn Equinox, September 23, 2000). |