Autumn and the Leaves
Autumn in the leaves
Speckling change
with crisping dew
when a season done
with green
(as earth's sky
paling blue)
putting to rest
the old
making way
for God's new;
I finger the age-spots...
other blemishes
nature's obvious rots--
preparing for
again our spring
touching the ring
I still wear
for cherish--
such vows
were never made
to perish
I rewrite, with death
we do not part
for no temporary
a true heart....
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