The tempest; this juncture in time
Touches of Autumn fill the air
Leaves tossed skyward, downward, coated with rime
Icy wind; tosslin' my hair.
Dry, wheat colored grasses sway
Birds overhead, at the horizon, soar
Trees dance to the tempo 'n' play
My bones chilling to the core.
Espying a green sprout; kept hidden
Underneath the brown, red, orange and gold
"Don't touch my blades of jade; it's forbidden
Dear man, Jack Frost, with your gales so cold".
Some forfeit their right, give up so to speak
Departure 'n' free will, 'tis yet another season
Dwindle and fade, but ne'er too weak...
Decay and wither; compromise 'n' reason.
An encore forthcoming nears
Autumn winds subside, the offspring; seeds of time
Melted snowfall, awash of promise; rebirth reappears
Restored, recovered; returning to their prime!!
Only Time - Poem composed by Hootin' Anni
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November 11, 2012
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