Originally written March 1, 2009

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Time slips away
We warmly greet
Each coming day
While dark clouds
Fill the sky
A summer’s last breath
I chase after
Those warm days past
Grasping at what is left
A kite string
Quickly blowing
Out of reach
With an autumn wind
Uncontrolled
Out of my control
I cannot control
This passing
The changing of these seasons
When the golden leaves fall
Covering the lively ground
Turning everything brown
The death embrace
Comes too quickly
Leading in a winter freeze
The procession of life
This life in my hand
The only one
A gift to live
And autumn comes too soon