AUTUMN SESTINA
Autumn sings yet somber
Amongst the crying trees
Falling from branches, the leaves
And left bereft the bark
Gloomy evermore, the dark
Sing me no songs, its autumn
No blissful, cheerful autumn,
Days are full of somber
Stories of the stark dark
Neatly, neatly stack the trees
Make the suffering bark
Sad since it lost its leaves
Overcome season and leave
Nothing to image, autumn
Sometimes dogs loudly bark
When days are chilled, somber
People dance under the trees
Glistening in the dark
This season, come out of the dark
And dance between the leaves
Shine light on crestfallen trees
Spring forth, this sullied autumn
Don't dwell on the somber
Keep wily dogs from bark-
ing at the moon. When they bark
Seasons go from light to dark
Pricking the night somber-
ly which often leaves
One to think ill of autumn
Fall is more than bare trees
Stripping bare the trees
Is like shedding forth bark
And it delights in an autum-
nal mode like whispering in the dark
or toiling with wispy leaves
Stacking up the sky, somber
Don't be somber. Other autumns
will be less dark with sparse bark
And leaves floating unbridled from the trees
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