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What comes out of the autumn rain?
Not new life.
The rains in April soak the warming soil
And melt the seed coverings
And life splits the crusts and wiggles skyward; glorious.
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But the autumn rain has no such purpose
The soil it dampens is falling asleep
Soon to be frozen.
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What comes out of the autumn rain?
Is it memory?
The “ghost of a romance in June?”
Does it come to bring to mind
The promises of early spring
That nature might have fulfilled?
Are we to remember April
Or hope in the promise of coming May?
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