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slight to heavy rains
the now sere leaves
in the trees
the brown leaves, the yellow brown leaves
the bald birches
stand white in the desolation
the crow screams
at the nuthatches
the geese have flown to warmer climates
the swan swims to the more active water so as
not to be caught in ice
we search for the last sun of the day
at four we stare out the window and fear
that this coming winter will be the worst in history
and the sky will crack
and pur out unrelenting snow
the oaks hold their leaves the longest
and the fur and spruce revel
covered in spider sparkles
the child with the wet socks cries.
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Document last modified on: 09/07/1999