The Turn

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Every year, when the woods' green leaves burst into flame
And the fruits of the harvest we gather and store
These old ears hear a song with a familiar refrain.
The black raven, the owl, the toad and fierce boar
All join in a chorus with the fire's hot roar:
"A good life I have led from the Spring to the Fall
But to sleep I must go; I must heed Winter's call."

An adjustable bed under fluorescent lights
In a clear in the woods past my old Papa's fields
Was the scene of a struggle with oncoming night.
The wine from his wounds had refused to congeal
So the rust-tinted moon and the church bell revealed:
"A good life I have led from the Spring to the Fall
But to sleep I must go; I must heed Winter's call."

In the pines on the hunt with an I.V. in tow
There's no crackle of leaves beneath my silent feet.
There's no chill in my bones though in little I'm clothed,
But I hear such sweet strains from the oak and black peet
From the deer and the wren and the spirits I meet:
"A good life I have led from the Spring to the Fall
But to sleep I must go; I must heed Winter's call."

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from The HOLLOW of the WOOD, released September 20, 2012

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James Wesley Nichols Greenville, South Carolina

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