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Autumn (Villanelle form)
weep now, for warmer days are done,
and summer's golden rays grow dim;
alas, autumn chill nights have won.
bid adeiu, now, those days of fun,
as seasons spin and dance a hymn;
weep now, for warmer days are done.
winter comes too soon; cry begone!
will ever global warming win?
alas, autumn chill nights have won.
days grow weary as nights stretch on,
Selene and Jack tryst, on a whim;
weep now, for warmer days are done.
broad, ancient woods become as one,
golden leaves fall from aching limb;
alas, autumn chill nights have won.
another season's duty run
its guided course, as time doth spin.
weep now, for warmer days are done,
alas, autumn chill nights have won.
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Autumn II
summer leaves do darken now,
and leaves but a rich autumn panoply,
Mother Nature's Tao.
weep now, for warmer days are done,
well worn from toil 'cross northern lands,
and summer's golden rays fall dim.
bid fare ye well to waning sun,
that sets now over southern sands.
weep now, for warmer days are done.
those days of yore, so full of fun.
as season spanned we danced, and sinned,
and summer's golden rays now slowly dim.
fare ye well oh golden orb
come ye back some summer day
and dance a hymn
to Mother natures due command,
no simple melody there ....
weep now, for warmer days are done.
those days of yore, so full of fun.
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