Annual lamentation.

warm winds from the field
blow over the cold trail
falling leaves
i don’t know how i feel. 

Sometimes it feels like I’ve been down every road.
I know those stones only too well.

another summer I wonder
it has come and is done
whats going on
Autumn is gone. 

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