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    She comes gentle on southern winds
    Soothing winter scars on barren bowers
    Whispering in the tangled hedgerows
    ‘Wake my little ones, I am here”

    Yellowed trumpet heralds lift their heads
    In silent fanfares to the infant dawn
    While age worn lips break and smile
    In hopeful thoughts of one last summer

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    Absolutely lovely. Though today is the first day of fall in my locale!

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    • #3
      Each worsted Winter
      falls to Spring
      thence to Summer
      comes Autumn's subsuming.
      Chill Winter
      turns to close the ring
      in silent mourning
      Last edited by Johntee; 09-24-2019, 09:24 AM.

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