Around and around
All has nearly turned full circle
The warm lazy days of sunshine
And brown rivers
winding through the meadows
are a tale of yesterday
The pilgrim sighs
And draws his mantle close
about him in the smoky evening
He watches the leaves wither and fall
Frost has rimmed the pools with ice
And hung diamonds
in the spider's web
For this is the turning of the year
The final scene before the curtain falls
And now beside the road there stands
the pilgrim of the year to be

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