Warm Ground
Sunbeams hang as they are downed
This fall's Twilight is where I'm found
Here I be with my lengthened shadow
Standing on God’s still warm ground
Through bare branches streams the light
Here I wait with growing fright
What portends is cold n' snow
Inside winter's approaching night
The sun’s last word has not been said
This eve is not the time I dread
For now the sun is strong with glow
This air is warm, summer's not dead
9/18
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