Monday, September 11, 2006

O Time,
With what wonder have you grown this leaf
And allowed it to flourish on the oak?
With what wisdom have you dropped it to the ground,
Dried and brilliant with fiery hue?
Leave not this vessel to so soon wither
Rather—bestow it to the breeze,
Allow it accompaniment with its kin
To eventually reach a meaningful end
As warmth and light in the hearth.


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