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Literature

Cold Fire

The scourge of the sun bridled once again The wrath of summer at its end I look up from my prostrate view And see the stone gray clouds roll in from the North Rain bleeds from the cooling skies As fire tears into the green of the summer leaves At last! I can breathe the crisping air And not choke on the burning breeze The bugs have fled into hermitage in fear of the coming cold But not me I embrace every moment I welcome the cold, silent fire flaring within the dying leaves . Come unto me, harbinger of the solemn cold! Surround me with your howling winds Fill the air with sparks of the silent fire Point the summer birds to t