by Pete Fasciano, Executive Director 11/15/2020
I leave you now. ‘tis time to leave.
I leave – that you alone may grieve
the waning loss of warmth and light,
and lenghtening 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.
And – as always –
Thank you for listening to wfpr●fm. And, thank you for watching.
For the full program guide for Franklin TV and wfpr.fm public radio
http://franklin.tv/programguide.pdf and for archive purposes
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