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And, I wonder,

are the colder months colluding?

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Would warring Winter, pause?

Could audacious Autumn, wait?

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Or, does the vexed, brooding

and unruly thunder

shape the sordid

cause

of the lightning,

hale, snow and rain?

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Why does the gourmand, wolfy-pack,

have to, spit,

growl, and, attack,

the Spring, and, the Summer?

Do they resent;

the clement, balmy days.

Or, just, yearn to take their place?

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Mankind has reached it’s own;

November,

suffering unscrupulous mists; a fog of charging cheats,

compassion is a disillusioned ember, smothered and crushed

below;

fraught

autumnal

feet.

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A stampeding fall persists,

clenched in the dying undergrowth,

of doomed and dark deceit.

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So, do the colder months collude?

That remains, forever, to be

seen.

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But, the human race to season, enroot, ended in; self-defeat.

Fallen;

from favour;

from grace;

gone

trees.

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A final, lonely leaf of fortitude;

fell, and, lost, beyond the evergreen.

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