Trees in autumn stood
of cover shorn by birds shun
jaundiced limb only wood
Leaves bewildered suddenly exiled
fate date by breeze beguiled
Shepherd wind blows across
rustle mounted stock n staff
blood in season’s vein thaws
winter writes her epitaph
Jaundice killed the spent spilled
limbs pulsate with greening nerve
life to life returns vice and verve
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