My Autumn Melancholy

Seasons come and seasons go,
Heat and thunder, rain and snow.
The garden rocks do see each day.
Until at last they're worn away.
My life meanders as it must,
Until at last I too am dust.

The Waiting Flowers

He wanted to believe that the flowers would last forever, but the smell of autumn hung heavy all around.  So he put aside his ancient fear of winter, to smell the few flowers waiting there beside him.

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all wound up to fly
he was shot out of the sky
plummeting to earth
there to await
another birth