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About This Poem
when autumn comes
here, where I walk,
confused silence swirls around my feet,
and the anguished summer leaves
are lingering limp, waiting for autumn...,
waiting to crumble and mingle with earth
drunk with the morning dew
somewhere beneath them
under the thunder
earth wears the scab of a fresh wound
in a place that will not be forgotten...
corrupt with mourning
sprouting with questions
immersed with regret
hollowed with anger
and shadowed by trees of despair
your children are ashen, heads bent low, eyes closed
your bleached-faced husband, a stone, behind disguise
while others weep for your absent eyes
the leaves will decay, green goes, and the eye forgets
forget? never....
while pawing on the hard and bitter earth
of reason, is impossible...
when autumn comes
and autumn goes
we live in hope that baffled minds
will clearly see a winter sun
and give up blaming ... who?
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