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The Thinning of the Veil

The crystal ball snow pierced the biting autumn wind; parting the dancing, curled, brown leaves, as they leapt across the lurid landscape. Jack-o-lanterns and ruby red mums shivered. Scarecrows on their crossed pickets, leaned precariously against bales of salt marsh hay, wafting in the gale. Remnants of the verdant summer’s autumnal greenery, beat the black clouds, blotting the weak, white light of noon. Shards of light pricked the haze adding a dreamlike effect day….night…. The world awaited Samhain’s Eve. Snow fell frantically from the firmament fighting to coat the last of the pink cone flowers. And the world was full of the scent of cider and cinnamon.

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Date: 12/6/2014 7:42:00 PM
Scent of cinnamon all over Sri Lanka.This scent what brought British,Dutch and other invaders to master than Ceylonese,my,forefathers.Thanks for sharing.Regards dear poet,Guzzi.
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Date: 12/2/2014 11:21:00 AM
Another work of art in words. congrats on the feature.
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Date: 12/2/2014 10:57:00 AM
lovely pictures here Debbie, have a great Christmas Robert CD(Rabbie)
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Date: 1/2/2009 8:58:00 AM
Hello Deborah, thank you for your comment on Her Lover. Loved the imagery in this poem and the way in which the dark and heavy gale is celebrated..
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