Sometimes I slip out there simply to feel the chill
Of fall becoming winter; ah, time intends no ill
In its giving and retrieving; a simultaneous breath
For this is life’s full circle; all things living will face
death
Just as autumn becomes winter; just as youth slips to the crypt
Where centuries are gathered unrelenting and tight-lipped
Whisper-joys and grief of living; they are wave-laps on a
shore
Little drops forming an ocean of by-gone’s for-nevermore
© Janet Martin
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