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Sonnet 01/10/02                         DCCXLVII

Another year races to end, and starts
Again, after a rest for heart and root.
The season overwhelms all of our arts
With beauty: Vision clothed in autumn suit
Brings bright colors to soul. Morning shows lace
Of frost upon leaves, and clear gold moon-light
Casts shadows of the trees; Might hope embrace
The season, and with harvest set soul right?
Sharp stars, bright beacons of changing season,
Trace sky: A welcome coolness comes with dark.
I find autumn a time to think, reason
What year has brought. Winter will come, to mark
Rest for the coming spring- a hoarding of
Strength, to allow a bursting forth of love.