Autumn Poetry

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the trees sway,
leaves turn in the wind
and jostle

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The Days Have Been Cold

It seems to never go, the cold I find
Almost every morning, and still in evening,
Like some unwelcome guest,
To tell myself it's not that bad,
That I don't mind the drafts and cold feet,
But the chills, and numbness, give a constant reminder
Of the annoyance of uneasy rest,
Kindly suffering their presence,

Thinking, "If only it would be brief
Before they part, and give me some kind of solace."

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On Wordsworth

This morning about I took
to read a book of poetry.
The sun was just rising.
Wordsworth told a story
Full of intrigue.

After the last of my coffee
I took the book with me,
And, along the way,
I found a spot to read,
And, as I read, outside,
Everything, it seemed,
Lent in, and added vibrancy,
As life in its elements
Worked into the story.

I went on like this
For a few pleasant moments,
Enjoying the musings,
And, on, into other pages,
Where I found myself
Enjoying other poems
By other poets as well.

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The Nap

My mind, having borne
The weight of wear
The day has brought,
Needs burden less,
And I'm inclined
To lay down and rest.

Given to gentle decline,
I wholly welcome
The peaceful fading
Of consciousness,
To prolong less
The watchful hours,
The weariness,
And nap.

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