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Poetry
Yellow
Leaf Prophecies
quivering
fields
of butter
against
blue
bake
from spring
and
summer
suns,
heavenly
waters
brew
from
hesitant
jars: they
shed
sure green
to
bear
the
gold
they
mix
to
autumn-
feed
to unfold
jaded
eyes
hands
lips
tongues
to
let them
lock
again
they
will curse
the
ring, the toll
of
death
but
lick
its
sigh they
will
become
butterfly
flings
alive
with wind
will
try to get
into
windows
plead
to
walls
but
the earth
now
cold is home
it
will kiss
their
final
fall
devoid
of
gold
the
leaves
will
weep
trees
will
sleep
with
snow
naked
without
them
without
them
the
branches
will
dream:
streams
of pure pink
blossoms…
one
day
they
will wake
and
green
leaves
shall
be
seas