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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Coming… (Mood Variations…) The long hot summer yields to the arrival of the cooling fall. Despite the coming treat to survival towering trees proudly stand firm and tall. Sticky, sweaty, steamy nights have now all gone; giving way to the cool ebony breeze. Horny frogs and crickets no longer sing their eerie song; squirrels organize their cupboards in the trees; and ivory towers grow on graves of fall’s fallen leaves. In the early evenings’ misty wine sun of change set the close of day, leaving hued shadows to sway on the footprints of changing time. The angels of the sky have flown far away; leaving a strange peace to seek out another day to find sanctuary in caverns of hope. Seasoned lives prepare for what winter nature will send their way; as echoes of rain mock the variations like a cruel joke. Strange how nature’s circadian rhythms bring about change: yet the more things change, the more they stay in the same range. No one saw the ambiguity of the coming strange schis Dawn seemed to have struggled this morning--- Returning from her nocturnal journey, She slowly stretched, yawned, and arose To the appointed occasion Sending dim, golden rays piercing through Shades of lazy grey clouds The whistling wind wails, whooshing through the trees And winding around corners Bring awakening alarms that hands cannot stop Nor ears can ignore The weight of sleep lifted; the window shades of dark orbs Open to the set time Oblivious to the exact moment of designed closure, only Aware of the here and now; Thanksgiving is offered for one more day of struggle: To be free of the shackling mind games they play, We prepare to fight another day. Only God could have made this chosen day We cherish To teach the children the liberating way That they not perish In the ongoing struggle to be totally free Culturally, politically--- And economically be. Closing in on an all-time high, wars remain in vogue: Peace has been vetoed Military-industrial complexes are the nation’s money lode There is no other road. At the conference table, negotiations continue To collect dust And the compromise remains us.
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