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By Larylee Fraser
Summer lost its hold on heaven, broke
its crystal arc that spanned the turquoise seas.
The days turned pale and only echoes spoke
as autumn flung its strident-threaded cloak
of red and gold, rejecting summer's pleas.
And summer lost, its hold on heaven broke.
Then winter shrieked and raised its sword; a stroke
of chilling force brought autumn to its knees.
The days turned
pale; their lonely echoes spoke
of pending night, when darkness would provoke
a flow of pain that tears could not appease --
when summer lost its hold, and heaven broke.
But dark deceived, for one small truth awoke
and said, "There's light within; you have the keys."
Through days turned pale, this lonely echo spoke.
And some believed, determined to evoke
a spark of faith their anxious hearts could seize.
But some are lost; their hold on heaven broke
when days turned pale and only echoes spoke.