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Fall

Late fall’s crisp air blows across my terrace
Chilly through my sweatshirt
Our summer annuals have gone scraggy
But still hang on
Mice in the planters are deep in their holes
The cat patiently waits for some sign
Winter is around the corner
Soon the fresh snow
And the perfect silence it brings

When I Am Gone

When I am gone
Orchids will still bloom
The moon bright will still rise in clear dark skies
Foxes will still glide smiling through the woods
Winds will still blow amongst the trees and grasses
Thunder will still roll
Rain will still fall
Waves will still dance with the tides.
Nature’s keen dance will continue
There is some solace in knowing
That I played a small part
For a short time.