"Good for the leaves", rage on, rage rage

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Fall is "out there".

The leaves are heading "into the night".
They seem to "rage" against the light.
Good for the leaves, and good for...................Dylan Thomas.................................
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Do not go gentle into that good night.
Old age should burn and rave, at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their works had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you , my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears. I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

....................yes indeed Thursday's blog listed Dylan Thomas poetry as a potential accomplishment for that day. Finding a poem in my memory is no problem. Pulling it out word by word from that memory is not as easy.