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Power of nature, frightening
death of flowers, moving
leaves a falling, dying
Autumns waning, winter flying.
Bare bark tree, standing
in shadow of self, calling
scurrying conies, frightened
Tree stand ever, wizened
Winter's singing, melancholy tune
shrouding landscape, death comes soon
and cloud cracks sky, failing
and snow downs to ground, flying.
That was just written. I am trying to pull together my thoughts on the weather at this time of year.
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