
autumn leaves,
and winter fell
. . .
washing the world in white
again,
a stark contrast
to moonless sky,
in’verse landscape
in which I sensed
spring
–before others—
nascent
–not dormant–
and pending,
summer
wind.

autumn leaves,
and winter fell
. . .
washing the world in white
again,
a stark contrast
to moonless sky,
in’verse landscape
in which I sensed
spring
–before others—
nascent
–not dormant–
and pending,
summer
wind.
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