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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=563957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mist Upon the Placid Morn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bleed out your beauty, Autumn – <br>Give up a gentle wrist, and smear <br>Your bloody hues atop the green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cast a calming throw of heady peace<br>Upon the cooling land. <br>And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth, <br>Charge the silent air <br>(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed) <br>With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon you’ll send a shiver down the watery spine of <br>Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and<br>Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold! your mellow spirit<br>Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –<br>A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn<br>Observers are we all of colder climes to view! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Autumn Lady, must you be the summer waning –? <br>Our adieu to fairer-weather life? <br>Ah well, at least you hum a warming tone, ensuring<br>Nature’s rhythm still abounds. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now you must prepare the mind for chilly times –<br>You know the drill –<br>Guiding us along a sloping path<br>To ease our psyche in to sleet and snow –<br>The blue-ice bite of winter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">nature nature nature nature nature nature nature nature nature<br>nature nature nature nature nature nature nature nature nature nature nature<br>nature nature nature nature nature nature nature<br>nature nature nature nature nature nature<br>nature nature nature nature nature<br>nature nature nature nature<br>nature nature nature<br>nature nature<br>nature</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+R+Slaughter">Mark R Slaughter</a><div class=q>
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Give up a gentle wrist, and smear 
Your bloody hues atop the green.

Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land. 
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth, 
Charge the silent air 
(Now loll..."></div>
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