i have been treading on leaves all day until i am autumn-tired. God knows all the colour and form of leaves i have trodden on and mired. Perhaps i have put forth too much strength and been too fierce from fear. i have safely trodden underfoot the dead leaves of another year.
all summer long they were overhead, more lifted up than i. to come to their final place in earth they had to pass me by. all summer long i thought i heard them threatening under their breath. And when they came it seemed with a will to carry me with them to death.
they sope to the fugitive in my heart as if it were leaf to leaf. the tapped at my eyelids and touched my lips with an invitation to grief. But it was no reason i had to go because they had to go. Now up, my knee, to keep on top of another year of snow.
- robert frost.
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