the wisdom of August
is the harvest of September
the rest is dross
left to October and November
to decay into the common ground
that nourishes the dark renewal of December
would we be fortunate enough
to endure the cold incubation of the winter
to gaze again on the birth of buds
in the pliant unstoppable spring....
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