CELEBRATE THE SEASON:
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by Haydn S. Pearson
Killington's Seventh Heaven
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Savory Side Dishes
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What's Wrong with My Woodstove?
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Painting With Wood
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by Wayne Kelly
The wind now blows in shades of gray;
it's swept all other colors away,
all but the gray-blue stretch of sky
which dutifully declines to die,
for it alone acts as the glass
through which the altered light must pass,
refracting into subtler hues
descendants of all grays and blues.
The raucous laughter of the leaves
survived by every life that grieves
the loss of beauty, death of light;
and longing for some second sight
to sort it out, and make some sense,
fails to receive its recompense.
The fire of scarlet scorched to brown
has died with all the shades pulled down.
This the legacy of dying
leaving off the need for trying,
picking up the torch for burning
all our dead in one year's turning.
We of brilliance soon bereft,
know blue and gray is all that's left.
It's all but blasphemy to die
beneath a gray November sky.
East Dorset, Vt.
from Fools Like Me
Wayne Kelley of East Dorset, Vt. is a regular contributor of seasonal essays and poetry.