sad...the coming down, the letting go
the fall to damp chill soil
full are the woodlands now with barren boughs
frosted brittle are the gathered shards.
sad..dreary, crying out for bittersweet
to twine amongst the nudity of brazen bark
down, down, the fall of ruby holly
in crenulated grace its greenery shines
the letting go of sadness to replace.
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