The Clear Wine

ade’s press

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Worlds… they lie outside

These needs…. drive inside

Inside unwinding time

Inside the falling signs

Amid the myths from our minds;

They strangely rhyme

So deeply fine…

Red leaves and broken trees

In Autumn by the Serpentine…

Trying…..to find the wine

Trying…..to leave behind

Some truth of being, feeling fine

Before our lack of time

Blinds our access to the wine.

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Autumn… feels like clear wine

Autumn… breathes with such clear wine.

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It’s all changing

You can feel the raining

And the leaves are dark…

The ground is drowned

With the shattered bark

And Pan plays still and frozen

In the dampened park…

A shadow in the shadows

In the silence before dawn.

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