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In the Glowing of Fall
by James Dalton Byrd
I want to be with you when the red leaves fall,
when the frost returns and the high geese call.
When the spring has passed with its innocent ways
and memories now hold our warm, summer days.
I want to share a fire when stars sting the night
and the dark hills hide all else from our sight;
When, with soft tyranny, smoke demands our tears,
and we remember other nights, fires, and years.
I want to hold your hands and warm them in mine
as I drink, with you, the last of life's sweet wine.
I want to be with you in the glowing of Fall,
when the frost is here, and the last geese call