Out of the Brown Earth the Rain
Out of the brown earth the rain
Brings green
Sprinkling morning like evening stars
Making us
Glad to be alive again.
November is a jaded month
Before its fruits
Can slip
Their arms around our tongue
Gold turns brown again
The color of dust
Surrounding our eyes
But I
Like an eagle
Keep my head in the clouds
But not like them
Circling above the ravished brown
I yearn for things
Far from the edge of sky
There is the center
Of love wound up like a ball of thread
There the dripping tree of light
Shall soon ten thousand angels shed
And I believe
Earth shall never brown again
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