The Lake
by dan ankers
There is a lake where autumn finds its name
The crunch of colors underfoot
reclaims the earth for Winter’s reign
And a cabin where she and I do lay
Where we will always be
She and I,
forever to a day
The seasons will roll over us there
Tocks, eternal
Till we can meet again
Forever under an autumn moon
As the soon slumbering earth lays down her rows of beds
for every living creature
there
in tocks, eternal
for every living
autumnal thing
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