Wearing your Autumn Smile
Inside I Smile
Close the door behind
In the window a bird arrives
We both bathe my friend and I
In the Autumn Sunlight
A Deep Blue Sky
Hums, sings and vibrates
Like a drunken boy
Peering down for days
On the endless skies
Reflected in the forests and streams
Decaying ways, misdeeds
Given and received
Hurts pains and wants
Rot down to feed
The Black dead dawn of
Winter Seed
Then she is gone
Bobbing below the
White cotton cloud
Scudding by
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Too much intellectual pride and not enough intellectual beauty
To Thine own Self be True
The Frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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