How we rejoicedat your awakening/# oh once young branch of...

October 22, 1992

How we rejoiced

at your awakening

/# oh once young branch of Spring.

Now cold, now gray,

now tired as the

warm light fades,

still clutching your

gentle burdens of a

Summer now gone.

Let them go, release

them to fly on the wind

in shades of crimson

and gold.

Cover the earth with

beauty.

Now rest.

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