Before the Fall

The winds of autumn call me
Take joy in drawing in of night
Shadows and leaves crowd the borders
Each bright morning less defiant than the last
Each dragonfly along the fence
Drinks deep the dregs of the year
One last toast before the fall

Four sides of Sky

One small slice of life
Eight stars that form a plough
Four sides of sky
Two trees
One blinking eye
Is there anymore than one can see?
Only what the mind can make

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