Ideas rain and drench a train
Destined for the final season
Chosen last, the littlest one,
for summer games, walks with a cane.
Destined for the final season
Chosen last, the littlest one,
for summer games, walks with a cane.
Its white beard soon impedes and covers
Cursed by youth, who cannot wait
Slowing life, showing age
Hide away fall's foliage color
Each winter, now, I remember
Though the year seems blurred together
Freed words melt from frozen eaves
Erode my dwelling's fragile edge.
Time to clear the season's hearth
Winter words, frozen still
Flow to sense when brought to bear
The season's twilight's glow and ember.
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