Autumn

Time consumed by hands in Earth,
Red days emerge anew,
No misery found descending stairs,
Or in the fire I must renew.
Burn the flesh, temper the soul,
Plot the journey of filling the holes.
Wait til’ Autumn, reap and sow,
I am the harvest before the snow.

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