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Speak you the days of Sun's warmth quietly.
Reverently. This church will open doors
Too soon, (much too soon) to galing Autumn's
Outrage of being summoned into fire.
Fall does not greet us gladly...welcoming.
Damping down Summer's heat is a challenge
Disquieting. The War, even now, has
Begun. Longer shadows announce the first
Skirmish. Degree by degree will fall like
Icing rain...sleucing into overcoats.
Temperatures dropping like fireplace logs
Into the hearth of hearts. Heat we wanted
Only months before. Now, changing our minds,
Wish coolness...never knowing Autumn's War.
elysabeth faslund
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