Before Winters Bark
Sept morn before the dawn
trees sleep, the dew weeps
autumn’s chill, really no thrill
leaves floating, grounds coating
anticipation resting, yet temps testing
winter’s voice, will have its choice
time on the wheel, still left to feel
warm days savored, fall still flavored
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