In this early morned sight
My wondering thoughts take flight
Where will this dawn of day unfold
What might these early rays of light inspire
As I gaze past thy fiery splendor
My thoughts drift back to those days I remember
Days past this december day
Back when that autumn rust
Shone bright and fair
Now wonder I if I should care
Where such days have taken me
All seem entwined in mere simplicity
And so am I caught in its duplicity
Oh, fairest, faint, fluttering past
Those days it seemed might ever last
Now time hath quickly snatched them from me
Yea I walk now only in their memory
Perchance another day may bring
Another joyful song to sing
But till that day arise
I shall settle in
This wintered waste
And wait until
Thy fond reprise
-Joshua Lee Foist
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