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with guile and gold

winds of autumn calling, fall towards

handmaid of winter, sister of spring


the child seeks

your self portrait revealed –

the laughter of leaf gone out to play,

sweet frosted kiss

the apples ripe lips

dancing of sunset across harvest field


silhouette days sketched – lines

to be filled

your paint brush drips cornsilk and berry –

confessing laws broken

tossed well away; as


hearths first log finds young eyes aglow

in warmth of knit, mothers down quilt –

remembering the season  – you record

now as past;

silently imagining, winters

first snow




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