Mister Sun
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Mister Sun - it is time.
Summer battles old winter sentiments,
leaf death,
winds in the flowers to scatter seeds.
Before the leaden fruits ripen,
give each night to sweeten them.
Arrange each row for harvest
and gauge their worth
in honeyed wine.
In the still gray of an autumn day
when your rays break through,
the creaky bones of forests know
time will be their friend-
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2022
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