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Warmth and Light Bid Thee Adieu
Beyond tomorrow and the moments that make up the now,
No clawing nails, harrowing up parallel paths in the dirt,
soldiers of winter step in cadences fit for funerals
trails of crumbled canopy crowns once green, now brittle
lead the way, fertilizer for the future.
Crunching crystalized dew snaps the attention
of gatherers, harvesters, and panicked daydreamers alike
Sleep away. Sleep away. Sleep away sorrows and disappointing yields
from fields now barren, a sterile and impotent womb as wide as the horizon
nothing preserved, nothing to persevere.
The solstice of summer, a waning memory.
-LHayes
