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Approach of Winter
The half stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall where the hard
carmine of the salvias—
like no leaf that ever was—
edges the bare garden.
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall where the hard
carmine of the salvias—
like no leaf that ever was—
edges the bare garden.
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