Preminiscense

 

-------Preminiscense-------

 

Snow-peaked 

in sunlight

 

The mountains 

 

Look 

like Winter

 

From here

down where

 

The leaves

are changing

 

Colors

 

Still

in Autumn.

 

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Growing Darkness

-------Growing Darkness------- 

The full 

moon

of middle autumn

 

Brings

a cold

that ripens

 

The fruit 

on vines

upon the earth

 

Turning

gold

with darkness.

 

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We Are the Land

 -------We Are the Land------- 

Rye seeds 

sown

and harrowed in

 

Soon

will grow

to cover

 

And feed the Land

through spring

til summer

 

Calls 

for us

to harvest

 

The seed, the grain

to bread

we nourish

 

This body

that 

we share.

 

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