My words have become leaves
Tossed in the bitter wind
The wind a foretaste of winter
And the days darken more quickly
I dreamed with the trees
Our lavish gloried visions
Made into detritus by inexorable passage
Become dry drabs trodden unnoticed
Yet these desiccated remnants remember
Remember with such fealty to beauty
That they sway time’s unbending resolve
The months bring bleak skies and cold rain
Cover yourself against the chill
Feeding the yellowed pages with faded ink into the fire
To warm you through the lengthy march
Eventually in the lightening morn
You’ll gather your courage, peer into the new sun, and know
The pledge I made
The pledge of the trees
We vowed true
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