A cooler wind follows the rain,
the field rising and falling
in golden swells, the crowns
of the great trees shifting
and touching off a second rain.
In our chests we sense change,
and we are eager for it,
our senses aroused,
welcoming the season of risk,
thrilling at perhaps.
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and touching off a second rain.
In our chests we sense change,
and we are eager for it,
our senses aroused,
welcoming the season of risk,
thrilling at perhaps.
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