Facts
Winter is coming soon. I know because It always does.
Hush. You can feel the chill wind blow, Carrying snow, Carrying dark. The branches lean And let their leaves down. I Look up and see a, few leaves left upon the sky.
They're brown by day, or yellow; but not black, As now, or green, As two months back.
I watch the wind dislodge Another leaf; they float upon the air Like pages from a calendar.
I sit and.contemplate What the wind brings: brings Christmas nearer And the trees barer, Brings the leaves down, And brings the fact that soon I shall be thirty-nine, not thirty-eight.
Shall I lie here and watch the dead leaves caper As the wind kicks, and watch their dying acts, Applaud their tricks, And think about my age, and other facts I can't prevent, and let the leaves like paper Cover me over, till I disappear From sight, and then lie longer, Until the facts have gone, and new facts bring (Eventually) spring, And I still here, And still no younger?
LAURENCE I.ERNER
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