Encore: Silent Sleep of Trees.
by Pete Fasciano
I leave you now. ‘tis time to leave.
I leave – that you alone may grieve
the waning loss of warmth and light,
and lengthening of Winter night.
This moment left to cherish
in the fading of the lush,
and bright chromatic flourish
I leave, with whispered rush.
My emblematic red and gold
that rustle ‘round to fall and fold
in swirly-whirly waves of wind
my crested crown has fallen, thinned.
I leave you now, with one lament.
These remnants of a Summer spent,
I leave them all, my last release
of glory, reconciled in peace.
When naked branches, Winter-stark
defy the sky’s encroaching dark.
Remember Now – This now – This time
This last Autumnal lilt, sublime.
I leave you now, I leave – to sleep
that Winter slumber, soft and deep.
On Spring’s return we meet again,
to grow again – renew and then
rejoice the rising of the days.
But, here and now, I leave, ablaze.
I know you’ll miss me.
Sad, but true.
Know also
that
I’ll miss you, too.
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