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Quietly the Darkness

Don Hynes

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Day and night begin to balance

in the slow turn to autumn;

hints of yellow and gold,

fog on the water,

sunlight dimming.

I go toward the dark

ready to release

and find again the roots

that feed the world unseen.

Earth has spread her leaves

in the great dance of summer

and now the rhythm changes,

a lower octave begins to sound.

I have shaped and made

what I could of clay and light;

soon the rains will come

filling the rivers,

blanketing the mountains,

winter to teach

once more of origin.

Gracefully the leaves will fall,

quietly come the darkness.