Come now ye autumn sun
Shine down on everyone
Flutter and fall upon
These dying leaves
And grant them rest
As they descend
Down trunk and barren branch
Glow as thee wither away
From golden to amber
And umber
Thee under this tenebrous tree
So settle thee in
The earth again
And cease thy sorrow
Come peace tomorrow
For here thee lie
Awhile a day
Upon the ground
Here ever to stay
-Joshua Lee Foist
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