Patience Like Autumn

Waiting for inspiration to strike

With lightning as the Archetype

And this…

This is my flaw

 

Yes, this is the primeval turnpike

I hasten to chase east winds, and ripe

The pith…

Such is the dawn

 

This childish heart… seasons are the dike

Patience like a typhoon and stipe

And I…

Not yet a shaw

 

But now I learn slowly, autumn-like

No longer barrage, now I snipe

A sigh…

Invoke a yawn

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