It was the Autumn of our lives
A breath, a breeze, a voice
Aging planks, abandoned ploughs,
Reaps options,
and sews a choice
And so the logic is stressed
As one and one yields one.
Whether we stroll
or trudge in from the cold
We arrive bountiful in a boundless home.
In a test of trust, is a trace of rust
trailing tears down a face of steel
With the season at low
I waited for snow
Pacing wish trails through a fallow field.
For a kiss becomes the fabric
Held together by seams of faith
When Winter is done
The foxes will run
Softly in vernal equinox landscapes.
The earth turns in a moment beneath us
While the sparrow flies sweetly alone
Past the larks
And into our hearts
Now empty where our crops had grown.
We’ll gently cast seeds along furrows
Through summer warmed soils at sunset
Safe in the ground
To emerge with a sound
Of a choir that brings in our harvest.
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