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A whispering wind, wrapped tight around, Summer’s end
Rends curly scales, from an aspen, on Autumn’s mend

Simple Fall colors, white and pewter, brown and blue
Rainbows of honey, hide in the arms of a yew

A frozen dawn, birds cry against, a sullen sky
Winter grows ice, pieces of cold, from up on high

At thunder’s end, whiteness shudders, Springing a tear
The yew’s ringed bones, reach and bring in, a round New Year