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Winter rolls over in bed and thinks of spring,

thinks of sap rising and blushing buds.

 

Spring looks down from a nest full of eggs

onto fallen blossoms and unripe fruit

 

that summer plumps and tweaks, setting ripe.

Grain heavy in the fields under blazing sky

 

waiting for autumn with the reaping scythes

to bare the earth for white sheets, sleep, and winter.

 

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Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
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