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by Alison Terhune Of a restless Dragon is Fall. Sometimes stalking, sometimes soaring, sometimes purring, sometimes roaring. Who told the chestnuts to ripen and shine like mahogany jewels? Fall did. Squirrels flicker like grey shadows in the trees. Autumn leaves are gold, orange, and red, swirling in The Dragon Wind, Wrapping up their secrets. Geese are heading towards the southern warmth, their Calls echoing in the heavens. Fire, will burn bright, cracking in the autumn Night, warms the kitten by the hearth, bless it. Summer lingers, then it dies, winter is a promise, Fall will give to icy chill, hear its call so high and shrill, Spring will grow, with roots so long, and take its hold, rob The winning from the cold Summer;s heat will come and go, Come and Go. "Every beginning is some other beginning's end Misty grey light is the dragon. Dragon is fall.
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