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Forgotten Days
A Poem
When barren branches bore their teeth
Resplendent green gave way to brown
And all that was came tumbling down
In spirals on the breeze
In piles, they gathered underneath
The remnants of forgotten days
When summer bathed in golden rays
Then clothed the naked trees
Now, skeletons of wood remain
A brittle, fruitless monument
To season’s past that underwent
Their final tortured breath
As grim-faced Winter starts its reign
The wind it whines its wild wail
And asks the question on the gale
“Can life emerge from death?”
Dan Foster is the author of “Leaving Church, Finding God: Discovering Faith Beyond Organized Religion.”
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