Every summer fades.
We must trample on
Leaves fallen in glades.
Don't tally the days
Each and every dawn.
Every summer fades.
Autumn lights ablaze.
Frost sparkles upon
Leaves fallen in glades.
Watch the setting rays
Dwindle 'till they're gone.
Every summer fades.
Now that my age weighs
I will rest among
Leaves fallen in glades.
Listen to the shades.
Passing is not scorn.
Every summer fades
Leaves fallen in glades.
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PoetryA close brush with death focuses the mind on the meaning of life. Many of these poems reflect on insights gleaned during recuperation. The rest are fun.
