Seasonal Symphony: Iii. 'st. Alder, Reprise' Poem by Joshua D'Agnillo

Fall's denouement,
A winding whisper,
Affixed,
The ethereal fray.
Strung of legend,
Trinkets lost,
Still,
This muted day.

Wherein light,
Of scanty shadows cast.
Those teeming,
Due sheer moments last.

Harmonious clamor,
To greet my impeding crackle.
Though one bough held,
Steadfast.

Searcheth the sough!
Lend but an ear!
For yet sounds out,
A tale most clear.

Whatever might be,
The matter?
Spoke I,
Unto this tree.

Can ye not acquaint,
Solace to loss?
Amber embrace,
To thee?

Sh!
Let her speak,
hold thy bark!
Delude us not,
Infernal dark!

Little Alder,
Do not fret.
What you wish,
Cometh yet.

May soon you sway,
A gown to wear.
'Tis Ambiguity of the seasons,
That hath swept you bare.

Oh fairest Alder,
When I know not where,
'Tis Ambiguity of the seasons,
That hath swept you bare.

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