Gears

May 01, 2008 23:51

In retrograde I'll set my mind
Through summer's scorch, then verdant spring
And into winter, where to find
Autumn's door is open wide.

The leaves rise up to join their kin
While sunsets patiently ascend
And all that's copper starts to stain
To shades of green, then back again.
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