Autumnal Ghosts (2016)
Blessed by specters cadenced on the past
We look forth into the coming winter
Winds turn colder each morning
And each night the summer rings more distant
We look into yesteryear
To find tomorrow's light
We look into ourselves
To find our cosmic blessing
Through the hauntingly empty trees
We see all paths that could have been
In them we see a reflection of ourselves
Bending, but not breaking, in time's eternal wind
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