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Curve the poplars to the wind
Turn back the swallows on the wing
Replace the apples windfall dropped
Unplough the field recent cropped
Draw fast the clouds across the sky
The vernal equinox just stopped by
Leaves sealed off and fell to ground
Birdsong evolves to autumn's sound
No more the sunrise warm and still
Imposed the coming winter's will
But subtle now there is no rush
New silence brought the forest hushed
Upon the ground a carpet brown
Each strand a leaf that fluttered down
And left behind to claw the sky
Late sun refracting shadows sly
All hidden trails those feet once knew
Now lost the summer autumn slew. |
