Well Poet deVine, I'm not quite sure I understood the challenge. It's only my second time doing one. When you said phrases, I thought you may have wanted enough for an idea, which is normally what I do when writer's block hits me. Marge, you are right when you say "the dawning within us". That is exactly what I was aiming at!
Marty, thank you, and thank you all
That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang, Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by-and-by black night doth take away, Death's second self that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perciev'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.