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Come with me
into the fading meadow
where dry fronds of summer past beckon us
to the beauty that is weary earth
preparing for slumber, where seeds rest
and field mice find their refuge
ranging creatures, their final sustenance
all we have is now put aside
stored for darkness, hungry cold
hoarfrost and whiteness
blanketed beyond our drowsing nests
bedding us down, to breathe warm
tendrils into the air, proof that we yet live
and will wake again.
Copyright 2014 Anna Husain

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Thank you for reading my poem, Erick, Sara, Dubya and Millie:-)
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too lovely
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I have been there. I am again in this poem. Lovely.
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Very well said.
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so very lovely.
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