{"id":1525,"date":"2016-10-01T06:22:15","date_gmt":"2016-10-01T10:22:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=1525"},"modified":"2016-10-01T06:22:15","modified_gmt":"2016-10-01T10:22:15","slug":"so-inclined-by-jennifer-angelina-pedro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=1525","title":{"rendered":"So Inclined, by Jennifer Angelina Pedro"},"content":{"rendered":"

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So Inclined<\/p>\n

by<\/p>\n

Jennifer Angelina Petro<\/p>\n

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Standing by the gold-flecked stream<\/p>\n

watching leaves plucked from the trees<\/p>\n

in droves by the wind, one cannot help,<\/p>\n

if one is so inclined as to reflect on these things,<\/p>\n

but notice how much like death<\/p>\n

autumn must be.<\/p>\n

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Perhaps, when the time is ripe,<\/p>\n

and the soul is heavy with longing,<\/p>\n

and the great wind comes,<\/p>\n

it will pluck my soul and spirit<\/p>\n

right from the branches of my body<\/p>\n

and cast them into the gold-dappled stream<\/p>\n

flowing towards the sea.<\/p>\n

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It\u2019s strange, isn\u2019t it, that during autumn<\/p>\n

the air is crisp, fresh, clarifying;<\/p>\n

and the light slants in such a way<\/p>\n

as to ignite the trees with joy even<\/p>\n

as the trees relinquish themselves<\/p>\n

to the letting go.<\/p>\n

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Harvest me autumn,<\/p>\n

for the chlorophyl of hope has drained<\/p>\n

from my face and limbs,<\/p>\n

and seeped into the ground<\/p>\n

to nourish the roots and bones<\/p>\n

of those who already gave their all,<\/p>\n

collect me in your harvest-hands<\/p>\n

and turn my despair into gold.<\/p>\n

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