Here falling leaves
Drop,
Drop,
A coverlet of peace
On summer’s weariness.
We have a need of Autumn.
And here, where winter
Barely takes its turn,
We seek our rest
Before the upswing comes;
The giddy cycle
Growing shorter every year.
Let us give thanks,
Here in darkness,
Claiming peace before light comes:
When we are uprooted
There is treasure underneath.
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