then clean and light the furnace.
the yard is now a brown carpet
and dark comes quickly.
How many hours left until the solstice?
Enough to stop the world, keep it stilled
and gently lift it up in two hands filled
with fall's final flowers.
Time winds down, blown by wind.
To die and not to rise is not a sin,
but part of a plan. Earth turns as it always has
and does not bow to man.
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