Day's End
An autumn dream of pure white snow,
interrupted by a strong wind's blow.
Wakes me from my deep, dark slumber,
Up I stand and start to lumber.
O'er hills like brown-orange pills,
Summer's faded, Autumn stills,
The fragile leaves around my feet,
Are my heart; it's Autumn beat.
Robert Dixon
10/20/2011
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