Expectations

Last of summer’s bounty,

Joyfully gathered in;

Harvest moon is full.

Now the fading gold

Of maple leaves whispering;

Harvest moon is waning,

An owl wings softly to rest.

One year’s promises fulfilled,

New hopes not yet spoken;

Free of what seemed important,

The world is kissed asleep with snow.

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