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Fall the Exterior Decorator
Scissoring branches cut ribbons of wind
As the wall of the distant dawn
Paints itself gold
A few fugitive leaves scurry away
While their fellows cling to the bough
And whisper papery lament
Fingers of frost cake the roots beneath
And trapped in the stiff ground
Lonely seeds await
Cold and steady beneath heated hues
Of the hands and veins of the fallen
Succor to the next season
The new sun's bright yawning shout
Makes the ice on pond sweat
The hoar turns to dew
The knowing seed, the patient seed
Puny seed nestles in the earth
Its parent droops its cracked nudity
At last spry green tendrils peek
To read the eyeless braille of spring
Out of softened soil
Immortal soil, rotten soil
The life-giving rot
The rot giving life
Copyright ©
Andrew Holt
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