The Beckoning ~

it beckons

autumn does

inviting one to share

in its timely demise

transitioning out of verdant life

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"What can we do

 but keep on breathing in and out,

 modest and willing, and in our places?"

Mary Oliver

The Withering ~

her beauty spent

her gown

now soiled and worn

while once she stood in glory

strangers now became

 her support

: : :

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
    Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes.
John Keats