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Sonnet 08/11/01                        DCXXIV

A quiet evening, with an autumn chill,
Frost upon leaves, and whispers in the pines.
Bright stars, that cloudless sky with beauty fill
And thought of life, that echo in these lines.
A winter rose, with frost upon the leaves,
But warmth in center, reaching to low sun
In western sky. Heart for summer now grieves
To see all nature slow. Yet, tears are done.
Winter approaches, and brings calm and thought,
Meditation on the cycle, and chance
To rest before start of springtime's riot.
Heart warms, at once and future lover's glance.
Time turns, and all is born, and then all dies,
Then born again, as hope climbs in spring skies.