Fourteen Lines (first draft)

it is now young Autumn’s start
and ruby clouds ablaze with rain
wait for the dusk that they may part
to clear the skies for night’s campaign
of eternal stars observance
their watchfulness of year’s fall
it’s readiness for the abeyance,
Winter’s cold darkness overall
yet in the blackness of the midnight
that comes before Spring does arrive
these distant suns keep in their sight
ensuring earth through this dark derives
the breath that these old suns impart
until springtime beats its newborn heart

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