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Seasons In TN
wither goest thou, weathered leaves
rustling in open fields
in the genteel of autumn’s breeze
which fallow, golden doth yield
under the guise of poplar trees? –
under the shield taller oaks
whose branching shivers in winter,
coated in alabaster snows,
waiting for spring to come a-thither
whilst whispering? – TN woes,
almost fitter than ties of Eve
loving Adam (whose arms are open
wide like sunflowers in spring;
like wild nectar – the juice of fruitful coupling
in the summer of sowing seed)….
wither goest thy suppleness a-blowing
fast upon the brazen autumn?,
for the floor of earth’s beauty is a-showing
with remnants jaden, a-fallen,
subtle as mine words; prophet-boy’s a-poeting…
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