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Earth turns into the brittle season

washed and chilled by rain.

Crickets now have little to say.

To silent roots the trees draw down

the sugar in their veins.

Wild geese point out routes

for summer dreamers.

Faded leaves hang faltering in wet wind.

How I freeze for the warmth and ease

of the Sun.

No need to give the cold more scope

than all of a sparse season.

Secrets are visible now.

Seed pod and resinous cone reveal

a symmetry that settles me.

I can be still,

outwait the shortened light.

This is not dying.

Only a necessary step

deeper in.

Jean Pearson

November 1 1988 Earth First!