Balance

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late summer colours 

begin to pall, feigning avarice 

for the coming of autumn,

the puberty of harvest time wains 

as days shorten, ripening slows,

and nights cool and darken,

beauteous youth looks over

its shoulder a final time

and covers bare flesh with

a richer cloth of maturity,

my time is approaching 

I am the autumn child 

a reaper, a gatherer, 

a conserver, a provider, 

a sweeper of leaves,

the sun moon and stars

hang gathered in my arms

I am the balance

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© Graham R Sherwood 08/24