Turning
Count on days shrinking
and darkness in ascension
Count on the cycle starting
again with “ In the beginning...”
and count on leaves tossed
about by wind and even a breeze
Count on remembering the past year—
the places that need mending, the
the places that need mending, the
words left unsaid and the words said
Count on a chance to repair
places torn by words
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