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Taste of Autumn

Taste of Autumn,
Tangy-sweet,
Crunchy-crisp.

Russet cover
Blends the leaves.
White peeps through-
Winter coming...

Seasons change
In apple time.

I Wonder If

I wonder if
I
Can see the
Sky,
Or only worries
Blustering
By?

Transition

Behind the bars
Of ancient rust
I string the beads
Of praise,
And let them fall,
Like pearls of hope,
To light the creeping days.

Behind the bars
I sit and watch
My wretchedness
Decay,
As spirit sheds
The grasping flesh
And carries me away.